She'll make you cry...
WHO: Selene (deals_death), Michael Corvin (bloodofboth), and Jade Curtiss (necroshmancer)
WHAT: Rescuing Fetching Michael from the docks after his untimely arrival.
WHERE: The docks, and then on to Selene's home.
WHEN: Immediately after Michael's arrival.
What an inopportune time for new arrivals. She swore, if the queen had any sort of control over the arrival of her island's guests, and chose to bring someone about under such tidings... Selene was going to end that stupid girl someday, if she kept this foolishness up. Royalty or not, the girl had poor judgment.
Why was he here? This man was not unfamiliar to her. Michael Corvin, the name she'd found for him had echoed in her head ever since her arrival here. Of what consequence was this man? Why were the lycans following him like that down into the underground? And why did Kraven seem so terribly insistent that she leave the matter alone? Michael was the key to something, she knew, and she hadn't stopped speculating about it, even with her attention being occupied with so many new things in this world.
She left her home with a bit more of a hurry in her step than she might normally. She wanted to get there and back as soon as possible; not only to get out of dodge of these damned snakes, but to have a good, long talk with this Michael. Chances were, he was of at least some small consequence to her, if he'd been brought here, particularly if he was so adamant about seeing her, about her being safe. Almost as if he cared...
When she came in view of the docks, her pace quickened into a trot, glancing over her shoulder now and then to be sure she was not being pursued by a flying scaly beast.
"Michael?" she called.
WHAT: Rescuing Fetching Michael from the docks after his untimely arrival.
WHERE: The docks, and then on to Selene's home.
WHEN: Immediately after Michael's arrival.
What an inopportune time for new arrivals. She swore, if the queen had any sort of control over the arrival of her island's guests, and chose to bring someone about under such tidings... Selene was going to end that stupid girl someday, if she kept this foolishness up. Royalty or not, the girl had poor judgment.
Why was he here? This man was not unfamiliar to her. Michael Corvin, the name she'd found for him had echoed in her head ever since her arrival here. Of what consequence was this man? Why were the lycans following him like that down into the underground? And why did Kraven seem so terribly insistent that she leave the matter alone? Michael was the key to something, she knew, and she hadn't stopped speculating about it, even with her attention being occupied with so many new things in this world.
She left her home with a bit more of a hurry in her step than she might normally. She wanted to get there and back as soon as possible; not only to get out of dodge of these damned snakes, but to have a good, long talk with this Michael. Chances were, he was of at least some small consequence to her, if he'd been brought here, particularly if he was so adamant about seeing her, about her being safe. Almost as if he cared...
When she came in view of the docks, her pace quickened into a trot, glancing over her shoulder now and then to be sure she was not being pursued by a flying scaly beast.
"Michael?" she called.