|An Econo-Lodge somewhere in Camden
||[Oct. 19th, 2005|07:18 pm]
For Life & Liberty
Novalin sidles into the room, her black satin skirts rustling faintly on the carpet.
"Speak," commands the pale-haired sidhe in blood-colored armor sitting in the hotel room chair.
"It seems she's been moved from Bryn Mawr," the sluagh responds in the sibilant whisper common to her kith. "I've been watching the house, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of her in over a week. And they've been cleaning out the guest room."
The sidhe lunges out of his chair, his wintry eyes flashing icy fire. "Where is she?"
Novalin cowers. "I don't know!" As he advances a step, she stammers, "But I can find out!"
He sits down again, his eyes resuming their hooded, reptilian gaze. "See that you do. Now get out of my sight, and don't come back until you have something useful!"
The sluagh beats a hasty retreat; as the door closes behind her, the sidhe pulls out a knife with a dark-colored blade and regards its surface with an almost loving look in his eyes. "Soon, my sweeting...soon."