(1909) Crone Hosted Court

[Mable Wood]

While speaking with Aiden, over by the piano, Mable was listening to the rest of the room for new comers or any trouble spots.

Then the door opened and Mable glanced towards it...a hand flew to Mable's mouth and one bloody tear ran down her face. "Alice..." She whispered frozen to the spot.

[Alessandra]

Seems she wasn’t the only one who thought leather would be a good look tonight.

Smiling to her Herald, “Herald Jack, good evening to you as well.” Greets the Savage with a nod of her head.

It was hard to miss Alice’s entrance; she always had a way of making an entrance. And it made Ale feel a tinge of happiness to see her in the Domain once again. The robe? One she had seen many times, and the message it sent was heard.

The fact that Thomas approached the Haunt wasn’t surprising. They shared a Covenant. But how would he fare? That was amusing part to her.

Finally, she looks back to Jack, open to speaking with him.

[Alice Hart]

Attention upon her, always the eyes follow the Albino Haunt. Might they be daggers, or curious whispers? None would caress her, she knew, but there might be those who wanted to know what lay under her bloodless, bone pale skin. Was there armature, beneath? Did porcelain bleed red or white, or would she merely crack, dust gathering, only to fall into nothing.

She hears her name once, distant and grief twined, and twice, masculine announced even first by steps. The Wraith gnaws and writhes,"Hart. Alice Hart, Valkyrja, Hierophant." she introduces herself, opening her lids to allow access to the horror behind them. He would need to know this warrior-priestess was eyeless, blind. "Me? Many would not say a thing. But I know that few would tell tales. Which stories have piqued your interest?"

A moment, or two. The fluttering of Lyssa's heartbeat.

"I am glad to have found my way home. And to have been welcomed into this Temple." she bows her head and wonders what the walls looked like.

Side thread?

[Lenora]

Lenora's entry is marked with the clicks of her heels, the Lord Lady has donned a grey suit for the occasion. The overwhelming push of greater and equivalent Beasts causes her some pause, but, in response, Lenora merely turns her attention to the plaques, hands folding behind her back as she takes a moment to steel herself.

After those precious moments, Lenora returns her attention to the rest of the assembled Kindred. Of course, Alessandra was the first to be acknowledged, as Lenora granted the Savage a deep bow. Then Lenora took stock of the rest. Many had been separated into groups already. Thus , Lenora established herself on the periphery, looking to the plaques to pass the time.

[Patience]

Patience takes her leave of Derek’s company.

She assumes a position some small distance from the knot of heretics currently surrounding Alice, making sure to place herself in the Heirophant’s line of sight.

She does not make an attempt to approach. Simply watches, listens, and waits.

[Seth Kind]

Naturally people got into their groups. Then a sort of... Stumble... in the normal flow took place. One new Kindred's arrival grabbed some attention, to be sure. A blind one at that, with a ghoul in tow- quite the uncommon sight. And by some of the reactions, she was familiar with a few of those present. Things to know. Regardless, she'd already found conversation- or soon would.

Then there were some other new faces- were they all present at the earlier Court? Mr. Kind was unsure. One of them seemed to have just gotten out of a conversation, the other seemed to ignore the groupings entirely for now and began observing the plaques. The thief had wanted to get a better look at them anyways, so he made himself over to the kindred he did not know as Lenora , stood aside and looked himself.

The paints seemed to have stuck well, given the medium he'd had to work with. And while the Shadow was always a bit uncertain about the effectiveness and long-term usefulness of blood in paints, the colors still stuck for now.

"Do you see anything in the artwork?... I don't think I've seen you here before, and I'd love to hear a new arrival's impressions." It might be a decent way to ascertain their views.

[Derek Menzies]

Derek too wanders away from his conversation with Patience and over to one of the paintings. A different one than the one Seth and Lenora were observing. While taking in the imagery he also keeps his ears open as conversations take place around him.

This Alice character seems to be of much interest to the Keeper and Hierophant. Even the Prince seems to recognize her. There is a story there surely, much like these paintings. No one mistakes the brush strokes as reality. It is artificial, and yet beautiful, suggesting at some horror beneath its message. Perhaps the story will progress tonight in the presence of those gathered.

[Alice Hart]

Was that all that the remnants of what she remembered of Sacramento's Domain diluted her story to?

"Just the tip, yes." a wide, hollow smile, painted on, as her neck jerks to the side.

A hollow hum follows the Heirophant's words, so that was the sort of conversation he wanted, one not safe for Court. Alice would oblige, eventually.

"Yes, we can certainly speak this night."

Moving here!