As they walked westward towards the Vanderwall Inn, the warming night air played havoc with the dark locks of Isuelt's hair as they strayed from the confines of the leather strap at the nape of her neck. The deep brown tendrils were at the mercy of the breeze, but she cared not. In fact, the tall Scathachian didn't even notice. She was noticing something else far more miraculous. Her steps were keeping pace with one Scorpion Wraitharan once again, and that was worth all the weather in the world.
He had come out of nowhere that night, right into the Inn, looking for her. That letter she had given to Grem to deliver months ago obviously had found its mark. All the way from the grimy, crime-infested, glorious streets of Metro, the Don Mega had come for his gypsy in her hour of need.
The hardened Sister had felt as if she were in a dream for most of this night, Scorp had rendered her near stupefied when he arrived at her table. She didn't know whether to laugh, cry, hit him or scream. So, she did what came naturally to her; she had kissed him. (Much to the general dismay and confusion of her friends.) And now, as they walked back to his room at the swanky Vanderwall, his arm linked in the crook of hers, Isuelt marveled at how "at home" she suddenly felt. It was as if all those years of running had never happened, and the two of them, Scorp and Issy, were back. "The Power Behind The Pack" were reunited once again, and not a day had passed.
She knew that there would be a lot of conversation that went on this night. She knew that Scorp would have a boatload of questions for her, and she knew that she would have to answer. He deserved no less.
Maybe though, just maybe, the inquisition could wait until after they had had a proper reunion.
The imposing duo came up to the Vanderwall, breezed through the door and the reception area, up the stairs and to the double doors of room 17. Isuelt lifted her dark eyes to Scorp, "You always had an amazing sense of timing, you know that?"
He had come out of nowhere that night, right into the Inn, looking for her. That letter she had given to Grem to deliver months ago obviously had found its mark. All the way from the grimy, crime-infested, glorious streets of Metro, the Don Mega had come for his gypsy in her hour of need.
The hardened Sister had felt as if she were in a dream for most of this night, Scorp had rendered her near stupefied when he arrived at her table. She didn't know whether to laugh, cry, hit him or scream. So, she did what came naturally to her; she had kissed him. (Much to the general dismay and confusion of her friends.) And now, as they walked back to his room at the swanky Vanderwall, his arm linked in the crook of hers, Isuelt marveled at how "at home" she suddenly felt. It was as if all those years of running had never happened, and the two of them, Scorp and Issy, were back. "The Power Behind The Pack" were reunited once again, and not a day had passed.
She knew that there would be a lot of conversation that went on this night. She knew that Scorp would have a boatload of questions for her, and she knew that she would have to answer. He deserved no less.
Maybe though, just maybe, the inquisition could wait until after they had had a proper reunion.
The imposing duo came up to the Vanderwall, breezed through the door and the reception area, up the stairs and to the double doors of room 17. Isuelt lifted her dark eyes to Scorp, "You always had an amazing sense of timing, you know that?"