Fate's Hand

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap nods, respectfully unsurprised. "Yes, Ma'am, Grand Wyrm Moretti." he says respectfully. "I will keep mindful of it."

[Garrett Prosper]

Garrett's smile is tight; mind on other things. "Thank you, Grand Wrym. This confirmed a few questions I had for myself," he shrugs before nodding to the other Dragons, "you have all been most welcoming, and I thank you for hosting me this evening."

[Blackbird]

Blackbird look at the results with curiosity, her eyes finding particular interest within the Course of Light. Delicate fingers played over the cards that had found their place with Charity, Prudence, and Justice, the prevalence of the last bringing a faint smile to her features. Despite her restraint and caution in regards to performing her duties as Deputy, it seems she cared deeply for the concept of security.

We have rules for a reason.

Still, it was Charity that ruled the day. It seemed the weathered soul of Annora still gripped the virtue tightly deep within Blackbird's shell. Throughout the trials she endured against the Beast, the kindness remained. Perhaps the time would soon arrive to cease denying it.

Blackbird's pale gaze first turned to Garrett, as they both shared a card and, thus, likely similar goals and wants. Whether that would make him a friend or eventual rival, Blackbird still wasn't sure. Time will tell. For now, she offered him a nod and a smile before turning her attention to the Lina herself.

"Thank you, Grand Wyrm," she offers, "This has been... enlightening."

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap listens thoughtfully to Lina Moretti's words, and then looking especially alert and thoughtful when she's speaking to him specifically.

"Thank you, Grand Wrym." Dirt Nap says. "I...actually was thinking it might be good if I could get your thoughts in private on a few things that were said." he says, being perhaps deliberately vague as to who said what to whom and when, that might concern him. "Whenever might be convenient." he says, respectfully.

[Garrett Prosper]

Garrett is caught off guard at the casual invitation to live among like-minded Kindred once more. There's a flicker of hesitation that he quickly snuffs with the same smile Moretti had warned Dirt Nap about: practiced and instinctual.

The Nine of Cups was a familiar label that signaled Prosper as a benefactor, and often welcome. The lack of identity shift had made him feel more self-assured, pressing down his anxiety like the heel of a boot on the unruly mongrel that was his screeching Beast. "Those are simple rules. If you will have me, then." He quirks an eyebrow at Blackbird, catching her smirk at their twin Fates. The situation intrigued him: a younger Garrett would have been snarling at the potential usurper of his careful positioning. One development I can be proud of, I suppose.

The Philadelphia Rite had been jarring so far, but not in ways he expected.

[Blackbird]

Blackbird's eyes widened, her surprise readily apparent regarding Mable's attempt to learn about the Ordo Dracul through such means, but she says nothing.

Rising as Lina grants her the task of familiarizing Garrett the the property, Blackbird dips her head in respect to her mentor.

"As you say, Grand Wyrm," she says, "It seems Supplicant Nap wishes a more private conversation. I will see to familiarizing Supplicant Prosper with the property and ensure you are not disturbed. With your leave, of course."