Gangrel Family Meeting

[Mable Wood]

The inside of the small farmhouse may not be grand, but it looks warm and inviting. She motions for everyone to have a seat, “Please make yourself at home.”

Once everyone is inside and settled, Mable looks solemnly at the group gathered here. “While we wait for Mr. Prosper, I would like to take care of some business that I should have done long before now.”

Mable turns towards the Prince, “Your Grace, I have committed multiple transgressions. I wish to offer you a minor boon to atone for them.” Mable bowed her head as she waited for a response.

[Garrett Prosper]

Prosper arrives a short time after the rest, coasting quietly into the space of the farm with his impressive vehicle. For the dichotomy of a formal setting among Savages, he opts for business casual. Picking his way across the rustic venue, he flashes an appreciative smile at the luxurious decor that does not take away from the natural beauty of the area.

Ducking into the meeting, he nods to each in various levels of appreciation, "Prince Antinori, Priscus Wood, Deputy James...Dirt Nap," he offers the last a warm grin. He quickly seats himself as to not interrupt Mable's appeal beyond required niceties.

[Alessandra]

A nod and smile was offered to Dirt Nap, “His name is Cain.” She knew not many had seen him yet.

She follows Mable, not really impressed by the décor.

Eyes level on Mable, looking at her for a few moments.

“You’ve received your punishment for breaking the Laws of Elysia. As far as I am concerned, that matter is laid to rest. The other issues will take more than a minor Boon to atone for. Trust is not bought from me, it is earned.” Did she really want to do this now?

“But this is a Clan meeting, if you wish to discuss the other issues, we can do that later. Surely there is family business.”

[Dirt Nap]

"Thank you, Priscus Wood." Dirt Nap says, taking a seat.

He nods at Garret Prosper's warm greeting, smiling a little. "'Evening, Mister Prosper." he acknowledges.

Dirt Nap nods, looking at Cain, "Thank you, Your Grace." he says. "It's a fine, creature, to be sure." he says, admiration and curiosity in his tone, though he doesn't indulge in any questions.

Dirt Nap nods from his seat to acknowledge Atticus James as he enters and gets situated.

He watches silently and still as Mable Wood talks with Alessandra, and the Prince replies, definitely not commenting or interjecting himself into it at all.

[Mable Wood]

Mable nodded to the Prince. “As you wish.”

Turning to the group as a whole she gave a welcoming smile, “Thank you all for taking time out of your schedules to meet. I am very excited that we have so many new family members. Welcome to you all.”

She looked around the group for a moment considering, “I have met with each of you individually and am glad we can all sit down together. Tonight, I would like us to discuss domain, clan, and individual goals. I would like to help you all reach your goals in any way that I can.”

[Garrett Prosper]

Garrett cocks an eyebrow at Mr. James' brazen display towards the Hell Hound. His own Beast twisted and screeched in fear as his gaze flicks to the Prince while acknowledging the greeting. "Evening, Atticus."

At the Prince's rejection of Prestation, he puts his chin in his hand and silently watches the more powerful predators.

Mable's lack of reaction to such a blatant insult had his mind buzzing: either she was entirely cowed, or the situation had gone right over her head.

The non-reaction of the other two Neonates either meant that they didn't give a shit that the Priscus was in such low regard that the Prince did not see her value, or this was going to trigger a situation. His nerves were on fire.

[Alessandra]

An eyebrow was raised at Atticus, “If you keep doing that he’s going to expect them all the time.” She says with a hint of a smile. It didn’t bother her, Cain was still loyal to her and her only.

Then Mable dropped the subject. Which actually surprised her, she didn’t tend to easily drop things. So what was her angle in this?

She finds a spot to lean against the wall and listens, a hand on Cain’s head.

Domain goals? She had Domain goals? Well, this would be good. And Ale remains silent.