Janeil smiled to herself as the high councilor walked out front and addressed the others in the room.<span style="color: Blue">"You are delightful indeed, my maker.  It is time they meet your raven.." </span>The shadow weaver said to herself, making her glowing blue orbs fall back into the darkness.<br/><br/>She summoned her three enthralled drones with her mind,<span style="color: Blue"> "The time is now, puppets. Do my bidding."<br/>
</span><br/>The three formed at the grand doors, all wearing pearl shimmering white togas, the front two holding small baskets apparently weaved from Nile reeds, and overflowing with blue and yellow rose petals.  Slowly, the pearly drones started showering the floor of the banquet hall with the flower petals leading directly to Shadya, then bowed before her on their hands and knees, only chanting in a low tone the word -raven- over and over.  The last drone took two steps into the chamber and proudly annouced,<span style="color: Sienna"> "Councilors, Covenites and finally slaves.  It is my honor to present the ruler of Dorset, England for well over two centuries, Baroness Janeil Ryves the forth." </span>The final drone then falls to her knees, bowing to what appears to be an empty floor.<br/><br/>Janeil, using the extended shadow from the final drone, begins to rise up from the depths, her form taking shape as fluid darkness.  The air suddenly begins to give off wisps of cold vapor as the temperature drops pulsing from the vampires emerging form, causing the drone too shiver and slightly whimper.  The moments pass as her form becomes clear too the group for the first time.<br/><br/>The baroness seemed too ooze forward into the light, revealing her total visage.  The proud vampire wore a ice blue and yellow Egyptian silk spun toga, that hugged her voluptuous noble form.  With every movement, the silk rippled like water or a soft dust cloud, depending on her angle.  Janeil's typical featherly black hair was brushed to a high sheen, and fashioned into a thick rope like scottish braid, flowing down her right side, tied off with what appeared to be a silver thread of some kind.  Adorning her head, lay a thick silver tiara, with small ravens both of ancient Egypt, and her own common shape carved all over the delicate metal.  The gems surrounding the headpiece were three perfectly smooth bloodstones, their small flecks of red seemingly floating like small droplets of blood.<br/><br/>The noblewoman blinked her eyes once to Shadya, bringing attention to her beautiful yet chiseled face.  Her eyes were lined with heavy black liner as the hostesses were, shadowed with a deep blue-green too match her gown and stones from the tiara.  The lines from her eyes while giving them an almond shape as custom to ancient Egypt, extended to her vanilla cheeks where a pair of Celtic rune knots blended in black to match her thick braid.<br/><br/>Janeil smiled, her thick blue lined lips stretching across her gleaming white teeth and slowly falling fangs.  There was a light click to her teeth as her fangs locked into their down position, hanging over her bottom lip seductively.<br/><br/>Her confidant stroll done, Janeil bowed once to Shadya.<span style="color: Blue"> "High Councilor, creator..." </span>She beamed the last word in her head, grinning once and continuing,<span style="color: Blue">"Your blood to mine,  eternal."</span>The younger vampire appeared to slowly float up a couple inches, seemingly held by both the rose petals shifting in her icy presence and her own shadow, she flipped her braid away from her long pale neck causing her current cinnamon scent to hang between the couple and thus exposing the pale skin to the Egyptian,<span style="color: Blue"> "Over two hundred years is a long time to recall my taste, but its been a dream to me.  Let us embrace at last, shall we?"</span>Janeil whispered lightly beween them, darting her blood red tongue across Shadya’s lips teasingly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>