Yet another evening...
Genevieve stood on the shores of San Clemente outside of her newly completed haven, staring out into the ocean, the soft breeze from the coast filling her senses with the smells of wet sand and brine.
The tide was coming in rapidly, thick waves pounding into the sand and she smiled softly, remembering the times she spent far from land and in those deep,trecherous waters...but that did not stay on her mind for long.
The Conclave in Milwaukee was beginning tomorrow evening, and she would not attend...her new duties kept her on the west coast, away from the merriment, away from her family, and away from the possible slaughter.
Her eyelids grew heavy and she reached to her side, touching the handle of her Sabre....Darren's Sabre. With one fluid motion she drew the antique blade from its sheath and began to practice her stances, her eyes closed, a relaxed expression on her face, the sounds of the sea ringing in her ears; and then she stopped dead.
"Why must you go?" she thought to herself, her brows now knit together in concern. "You know that it will be dangerous, you told me so...yet you decide to travel regardless?You decide to travel without me, without Micheal...."
She breathed in deeply,letting her breath escape her lips at a slow pace as she gazed at the blade held in her hand in complete silence, contemplating everything that had occured in the recent nights.
"Just come home....Come home to us, safe and unscathed..."
Shaking her head, she sheathed her blade once again and looked back at the sea one last time before she turned to return into her haven. Severus would be arriving soon, and they had plans to conjur before the carnival.
The tide was coming in rapidly, thick waves pounding into the sand and she smiled softly, remembering the times she spent far from land and in those deep,trecherous waters...but that did not stay on her mind for long.
The Conclave in Milwaukee was beginning tomorrow evening, and she would not attend...her new duties kept her on the west coast, away from the merriment, away from her family, and away from the possible slaughter.
Her eyelids grew heavy and she reached to her side, touching the handle of her Sabre....Darren's Sabre. With one fluid motion she drew the antique blade from its sheath and began to practice her stances, her eyes closed, a relaxed expression on her face, the sounds of the sea ringing in her ears; and then she stopped dead.
"Why must you go?" she thought to herself, her brows now knit together in concern. "You know that it will be dangerous, you told me so...yet you decide to travel regardless?You decide to travel without me, without Micheal...."
She breathed in deeply,letting her breath escape her lips at a slow pace as she gazed at the blade held in her hand in complete silence, contemplating everything that had occured in the recent nights.
"Just come home....Come home to us, safe and unscathed..."
Shaking her head, she sheathed her blade once again and looked back at the sea one last time before she turned to return into her haven. Severus would be arriving soon, and they had plans to conjur before the carnival.