Topic: Daughter of a Sister called.....

Whisper

Date: 2007-02-04 01:36 EST
:: Holding both pendants in hand she walks up the steps to the Sanctuary and slowly she looks about to try and find someone at the door before she knocks thrice.....a few months earlier she had met Jenai...and seen a few others of the Scathachians..but now she could wait no longer to find out at least what they at least knew of the one who gave her these pendants...one of crossed blades and the other of weighing scales.::

:: As her eyes looked over the pendants she waited as long as it took her hand knocking every few minutes that passed until she would hear someone answer...one thing she had to know was....why?::

Issy

Date: 2007-02-06 17:31 EST
The persistent banging at the front door finally seeped into Isuelt's sleeping brain. At first it had manifested itself in her dream as a drum in her husband's caravan, then it had transformed into the rhythmic carriage wheel as she found herself riding toward Metro. Lastly the pulsating thumping had finalized itself as her dreams led her into the bedroom of Scorpion Wraitharan. So, it was no surprise that Isuelt awoke with a start...and in something of a foul mood.

Good dreams were hard to come by in these times.

Still, she wrapped her scantily-clad self in a black robe and moved quickly down the hallway to the main entrance foyer. The marbled floor was cold beneath her bare feet; so it was no surprise when she flung the door open, that she was nearly ready to beckon the visitor in so she could retreat to the side receiving room and its thick rug.

Whisper

Date: 2007-02-07 16:26 EST
:: She blinks a bit and smiles to the woman opening the door...being let in she watches her a moment and then realizes blinking a bit:: Ohh I'm sorry..i didn't mean to wake you..please forgive my rudeness...I didn't expect for someone to be sleeping in so late

:: A soft smile to her and hten her eyes wandered about the entrance her eyes seeming to take things in as those medalions clanged together in her hand lightly::

Issy

Date: 2007-02-11 00:22 EST
Isuelt did her best to stiffle her yawn, though her nostrils flaring gave her away.

"What can we do for you?" though she was almost wanting to say that if wasn't a matter of life or death, that she could meet the girl another time. Like, after another few hours of sleep...and a bath.

And as the fates would have it, that was what was decided upon. Isuelt would return to her chamber to bathe and dress. Then, she would hear out the girl who came to the Sanctuary...and would probably buy her lunch at the Inn.