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[gremlinctrouble]

The night was clear, thank the Gods. The sky so dark only the light of the half moon illuminated the backyard, stars spotting the sky like bits of glitter and gold. The soft yellow and green glow from the windows of the house hardly reach out to the lawn, green blades of grass cool to the touch. Anna stood beneath the back awning, sipping at a

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[8th_castellan]

*Salazar quietly makes the scene, gently shutting the door behind him. The night was so still and calm, sans the ocassional whisper of cool wind across the garden; it hardly seemed right to have his arrival break the silence. Instead, he wordlessly walked up next to Anna, taking up the other goblet of red wine on the patio table that was apparently intended for him. He also took a moment to remove his hat, thus allowing the crawly black creature known as a Spyder (a gift from Master Vex) that had taken to napping up there a moment to stretch its eight legs. The Spyder, named Arana, blinked sleepily and nestled further into the hat now resting on the table. Salazar also reached into one of his coat pockets and removed a small, red-eyed gerbil and set it down on the table next to his hat

[gremlinctrouble]

Anna placed goblet bowl to her skin, the cool metal a chilling sensation against her heated skin. She purred softly at his voice, eyes still gazing out over the Paris, France Earthspace she'd recently taken to calling home. Smiling softly, her head finally turned and lowered, looking at her dear friend with hooded eyes. Her facial wears were light, even if the shades were midnight blues and blacks. Long black lashes slowly blinked towards the table, a soft chuckle exceeding her at the tiny pets.

The woman moved, the ceramic hue of her legs slinking out with every other step in her long dark necromancers robes. The sleeves billowed a bit, pooling back as she bent arms at an upward angle. Placing her goblet on the table she let dark painted nails scritch the Spyder and the gerbil before turning to Ramon.

"I am well, if not just wee bit buzzed..."

[8th_castellan]

*watches quietly as she gives the little creatures he had with him this whole day an affectionate scratch on either of their heads. He was glad she was not bothered by the fact that they had to come with him on this visit. Not that he expected her to object; it was just that it was either bring them along or leave them with The Hands. And they had been a mite testy lately after their recent embarrassment of being turned into turtles and leaving them with perfect little targets to take their anger out on didn't sound like a wise choice at the moment. Their anger was only fueled further by the fact their master had given them orders to stay behind. When The Hands couldn't trail after Salazar to carry out their duty to protect him, they got cranky

[gremlinctrouble]

((Crap. I need to hit the sack before I drop. Pick this up tomorrow?))