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( More arguing ensues )

It had been a long day, even though she'd slept through half of it. Karla was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and wanted little more than to just curl up and fall asleep again. Though that 'little more' encompassed a lot. She wanted to go home to Fandom and curl up with Warren--at least, if he wasn't too angry or upset with her. How ( Read more... )

(Cont. from here)

( Wherein they learn what really happened to Karla. )

It was a little tense in the Hall today. Even through the dark power that saturated the very stones of the building, those sensitive to such things could feel that emotions were running very high. On top of Karla having gone missing, no one had heard from either Jaenelle, Lucivar, or Smoke, and an emissary sent from the Dark Council was scheduled ( Read more... )

Karla was heading to the courtyard of the Keep, where a portal had been ordered for her return to Fandom. It still felt wrong, oh so wrong, to be heading back to safety and comfort while Jaenelle and Lucivar were out in the wilds of Askavi, circling each other in a dark and dangerous dance. She was supposed to just go home and focus on class while ( Read more... )

Morning dawned on the Hall as it was wont to do. Outside, several kindred puppies chased the squawky white birds that Mrs. Beale loved so much. They had been told they couldn't kill and eat the birds, but no one had said anything about chasing. The horses were being groomed in their stalls in case anyone wished to go riding later, and the gardens ( Read more... )

The Portal opened up, depositing them on the front lawn of SaDiablo Hall. For those who could sense such things, the Hall emanated with immense power. It seeped into the very stones, the result of millennia of residence by powerful individuals ( Read more... )

Karla entered the dining room, still a little stiff from the workout. The first hour she'd spent in the tub had helped relax her, but the twenty minute catnap she'd taken (while still in the tub) had stiffened her muscles up again. It had taken her several minutes to descend the grand staircase to the ground floor and she didn't even want to ( Read more... )

Karla was Not Best Pleased. Not only was Jaenelle gone to Little Terreille-again!-but she’d left a new housemate in her absence. Not the tiny Sceltie and the tiny Arcerian kindred she’d found (Karla was half in love with Kaelas already), but the stupidly-huge Eyrien warrior Jaenelle was now calling her brother. Brother!

( Their first introduction hadn't gone well. )

Part Two

The coven and the boyos were there, waiting for Saetan’s and Andulvar’s return. Karla certainly hadn't been pacing a hole in the carpet and snarling at anyone who got near her, no matter what the boyos said. Besides, she hated being left behind. Hated it ( Read more... )