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Chapter 1: Traveling Companion
Late fall blustered across the balcony outside the office of Angelique Diavolo; gusting against the glass windows the pin pricks of ice in the rain could be heard over the soft crackle of a low fire in the hearth. The fire provided just enough heat to take the edge off the cold of the room, and barely augmented the light of a single candle in a frosted glass hurricane shade on the desk. Alessa the Guild Mistress for the Mages Guild in Moonglow sat across the desk from Angelique; the golden light highlighting her hair and casting a warm glow across her cheek. The candle light lit up Angel's aquamarine eyes while both women sat silently plotting the next round of attack and defense. An open ornately drawn invitation sat on the desk, the gold lettering on the envelope read:
Underneath the address was written boldly in black ink, “Angie, you can't say no, its not an option. I will pick you up at midnight.”
Alessa sat forward to speak and Angelique raised her hand and said flatly, “No.”
Taking a breath for her mentors benefit the Professor carried on, “Perrin has been away for three weeks and I am going to be home when he arrives. I have lessons to plan, papers to mark and exams to prepare. I am not going to an unknown island at the Archmagister's demanding, because he decides to throw his Yule Celebration before the end of term this year. Especially on six hours notice.”
“Angie! You are the most intelligent woman I know but please use some common sense... we don't have a choice,” Alessa replied sternly.
“Its just a damn party, Alessa!” Angel hissed.
“No, Angie its a direct summons from the Archmagister, to the heads of every department, in the Lyceum and to every Guild Master in the realm...”Alessa almost spat out.
Angelique blinked and immediately placed her hand above the invitation, burning the blood to trigger her use of Auspex. Alessa saw nothing but Angel's Kindred eyes picked up the faint silver blue of information received from the last person to touch the invitation. Briefly she saw flashes of the Archmagister in his office, stuffing the invitation into its envelope turning to someone and growling at them that everyone must be out of the Lyceum before dawn.
Before Angel could speak the door to her office opened and Lyle Grant, Dean of Alchemic Studies, stuck his head into the office blinking and curtly asking why they were both still here, the boat was leaving at 4AM. Alessa turned her head to him and told him they'd see him on the boat.
“I can't go without my maid,” Angel answered him, “she will be here shortly,” she finished.
“Your... maid?” Lyle asked with a stunned look on his face.
“Yes, no woman of station travels with out a ladies maid,” Angel said her voice tinged with feigned anger.
Shaking his head and putting up his hands to indicate a defensive barrier, Lyle just nodded and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
“There is no time,” Alessa snapped at Angelique.
“There is if you want me to go with you,” Angel replied.
Throwing up her arms in defeat Alessa crossing her legs in the chair where she sat, watched as Angel wrote a note for Thyme. Once the note was on its way with Parli, Angel's messenger avian; the two woman began to locked down Angel's office, hiding anything of value from prying eyes, bolting cabinets and checking all the locks and wards in the office making sure it was secure.
Staring out the window waiting for Thyme to arrive the clouds broke and the light of the full moon fell on Angelique; already anxious from the events of the past few hours, Angel felt her skin prickle and an itch begin in the back of her mind, toying with her thoughts. The first being how long it had been since she'd fed...
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Chapter 1: Traveling Companion
Late fall blustered across the balcony outside the office of Angelique Diavolo; gusting against the glass windows the pin pricks of ice in the rain could be heard over the soft crackle of a low fire in the hearth. The fire provided just enough heat to take the edge off the cold of the room, and barely augmented the light of a single candle in a frosted glass hurricane shade on the desk. Alessa the Guild Mistress for the Mages Guild in Moonglow sat across the desk from Angelique; the golden light highlighting her hair and casting a warm glow across her cheek. The candle light lit up Angel's aquamarine eyes while both women sat silently plotting the next round of attack and defense. An open ornately drawn invitation sat on the desk, the gold lettering on the envelope read:
To: Dean Angelique Diavolo
Department of Science Obscurae
Lyceum, Moonglow
Department of Science Obscurae
Lyceum, Moonglow
Underneath the address was written boldly in black ink, “Angie, you can't say no, its not an option. I will pick you up at midnight.”
Alessa sat forward to speak and Angelique raised her hand and said flatly, “No.”
Taking a breath for her mentors benefit the Professor carried on, “Perrin has been away for three weeks and I am going to be home when he arrives. I have lessons to plan, papers to mark and exams to prepare. I am not going to an unknown island at the Archmagister's demanding, because he decides to throw his Yule Celebration before the end of term this year. Especially on six hours notice.”
“Angie! You are the most intelligent woman I know but please use some common sense... we don't have a choice,” Alessa replied sternly.
“Its just a damn party, Alessa!” Angel hissed.
“No, Angie its a direct summons from the Archmagister, to the heads of every department, in the Lyceum and to every Guild Master in the realm...”Alessa almost spat out.
Angelique blinked and immediately placed her hand above the invitation, burning the blood to trigger her use of Auspex. Alessa saw nothing but Angel's Kindred eyes picked up the faint silver blue of information received from the last person to touch the invitation. Briefly she saw flashes of the Archmagister in his office, stuffing the invitation into its envelope turning to someone and growling at them that everyone must be out of the Lyceum before dawn.
Before Angel could speak the door to her office opened and Lyle Grant, Dean of Alchemic Studies, stuck his head into the office blinking and curtly asking why they were both still here, the boat was leaving at 4AM. Alessa turned her head to him and told him they'd see him on the boat.
“I can't go without my maid,” Angel answered him, “she will be here shortly,” she finished.
“Your... maid?” Lyle asked with a stunned look on his face.
“Yes, no woman of station travels with out a ladies maid,” Angel said her voice tinged with feigned anger.
Shaking his head and putting up his hands to indicate a defensive barrier, Lyle just nodded and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
“There is no time,” Alessa snapped at Angelique.
“There is if you want me to go with you,” Angel replied.
Throwing up her arms in defeat Alessa crossing her legs in the chair where she sat, watched as Angel wrote a note for Thyme. Once the note was on its way with Parli, Angel's messenger avian; the two woman began to locked down Angel's office, hiding anything of value from prying eyes, bolting cabinets and checking all the locks and wards in the office making sure it was secure.
Staring out the window waiting for Thyme to arrive the clouds broke and the light of the full moon fell on Angelique; already anxious from the events of the past few hours, Angel felt her skin prickle and an itch begin in the back of her mind, toying with her thoughts. The first being how long it had been since she'd fed...
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