Kallista had taken a shower and changed into a set of black leggings and a mid-thigh deep red sweater that someone had brought her. It was comfortable, she guessed, but she would have rather been at home pleading with Paetra to just eat her damn vegetables.<br/><br/>PM provided them with what seemed to be a full apartment suite, though Kallista hadn't explored much of it outside of the room right next to Paetra's. She would check on Paetra every once and a while, but overall could not stomach the frail image for too long. The girl was stable but she still refused to wake and likely would not for at least a month. Most forced non transitions like this were traumatic on the body and difficult to handle when awake. Kallista supposed she should be thankful that Paetra would likely stay unconscious for the ordeal.<br/><br/>The more Kallista thought about it, though, the more upset she became. She knew Paetra's mortality would one day come into question, but she had hoped against all hope the answer was human.<br/><br/>"I hate the carpet."<br/><br/>Kallista blinked for a moment, her brain trying to process the new information Silas had given her. How long had she been staring at the spot on the wall? She turned to look at him, catching his eyes, then following them to look down at the excessively white carpet. "It is a wonder it is so clean. Not natural, surely," Kallista replied with a small upturn of her lips. She appreciated Silas' attempt at trying to make her feel better. It was a poor distraction, but a distraction none the less.<br/><br/>She looked back up at him, unmoving from her spot on the couch. "We cannot let this be permanent, Silas. I know you said this place would be beneficial for Paetra but these people are fools and will drag themselves and this organization into bloodshed, even when they are actively trying to avoid conflict. I have no evidence to support these ideas other than what we have both witnessed. I feel it, though, Silas. It burns in my bones like in the Four Kingdoms when I was forced to go..." she didn't finish the thought. Even after all these centuries it still hurt to think of the events that led to her turning. This was only the third or fourth time she mentioned that particular moment in history during their years together.<br/><br/>"I cannot even trust myself here as this place causes all of my instincts to scream. I feel so suffocated here. I feel threatened for myself and our family, Silas. The moment we can abandon this area, the better. I don't think they will let us simply retreat to our home. They likely know where we live already."<br/><br/>That thought alone left Kallista feeling overwhelmed. She had hated so much of that house, especially that carpet, but Silas and her worked very hard to make it comfortable and safe. Especially after Kallista's attack. It took many years but they had finally made their home into something Kallista had loved and now...now they would have to start all over and Kallista had no idea where or how.<br/><br/>-----<br/>Plum was doing her best to clear her mind as she walked out of the bar. The cool air of the night helped bring down her temper, but she was still irritated that Ghost was picking at things he shouldn't. She wasn't sure what was wrong with him and at that moment, she wasn't sure she cared. All Plum knew was this was not the Ghost she was used to and she wasn't sure she liked it.<br/><br/>He was hiding something from her, about her. She knew that much. Could see it every time they were within proximity to one another. He kept looking at her so contemplative, so worried. Part of her wondered if nature was finally catching up to him, calling for him to settle down---or as close to settling as wolves got, she supposed. Maybe his instincts were more sexually motivated than they had been in the past. She didn't know.<br/><br/>She gave a sigh, her heels clicking as she approached her meeting spot. The man she was to meet with tonight would be sending a limo to pick her up. She had given a decoy address, obviously. The man she was to meet hadn't even had the sense to verify her information. He had just taken her interest in him for face value and agreed to a night of fun at his place. The fool.<br/><br/>Fennel Jaminson was quite the business man and, Plum realized as the door opened to her, a wolf. He was about as built as Ghost, but his ears weren't as obvious. It seemed he could manage to style his hair in such a way as to hide the pesky points of his ears. "Oh my. You kept your promise in looking ravishing tonight," he stated, his voice deep and promising. Plum gave a soft, womanly smile, "You're far too kind, Mr. Jaminson." He gave a laugh, "Call me Fennel, darling."