"Regrettably, Cousin I do not know which flowers are planted where, though Miss Wood would know..." the Wraith rears up, hissing in it's terror. Alice grits her teeth and resists the efforts to bare fang and flee. "Good evening Miss Wood, I just explaining to Lady Hazelton that you are the one responsible for this garden, though I'm afraid I might be able to join you just yet should you move. I do have duties to see to." If Quilz comes.
Another voice, though a lack of rumbling engine. "Dirt Nap. Greetings."
And there, the whelp. The Wraith seethes. Hissing and spitting vitriol within the ocean of her blood.
"Mister Quilz. It's Miss Mable Wood. Former Keeper of Elysia." She says, quite sure that the name was an intentional slight towards her battle sister. Though her darkening mood lightens as she hears the lumbering steps of another Cousin. "Greetings Mister Moore. - " she feels the wraith raging against the tide and bone, and a voice to accompany it. "I do hope you Acknowledgement goes smoothly."
"Mister Quilz, shall we?" she asks, already pulling away from the rest of the Kindred. The Shadow didn't really have a choice.
Continued in (2007) Third Times the Charm...