<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOmDXA9kIDc/TeY47eoAauI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sXxfg2vK3yc/s400/245234-florence-welch.jpg)(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TeN-8HbUZdY/TIU2mR6mQlI/AAAAAAAAADs/xla5IY3y1no/S350/blonde+hippy.jpg)</div><strong>Micshe Variel - Ili'Meni Westcott <br/>Sage House 205<br/>Day 1 - Scorpio Sun, Gemini moon<br/>Tagged</strong>: Panthea Salvai<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ili'meni was in the room. Micshe would not allow such a young ear to catch wind of this information, but the young tunnel-rat of a woman had hidden herself under one of the many tables. She laid in the far north-west corner of the room. She did her best to scribble notes down on to a loose sheet of paper that happened to be above her.<br/><br/>When the majority of the Grecian Sages exited the main study, it peaked the young blonde's interest. She knew that something important was being discussed. Whether a twitching fowlness be afoot, or an overriding victory. She willed herself to be in the center of it, the displaced image of her body was nearly bare. She had cast  her dress aside in the halls for mobility. A grey slip fell from the tips of her shoulders down to her thighs. It had been bunched up inside of her corset. Slipping her arms through designed holes, she looked like an exuberant monk, graceful, slim, engineered for reconnaissance. The slip was light, and it hugged her hips. Her hair was tied up, she hadn't much time to prepare herself. So, a ripped piece of her dress had to function as a hair-tie. She had sneaked in to the study out of Panthea's sight, and Micshe had been facing the other direction while she moved.<br/><br/>Her woven eyes were wide with excitement, scribbling keywords quietly and listening hard to discern the context.<br/><br/>Micshe couldn't help but scoff at the suggestion. "I understand, but if I treat you too kindly, do not get upset with me. Both the Bathe and the Forge serve the same purpose. Treat yourself in this time of rest. When the remainder of the house returns, we will formulate a strategy to defend the walls. Slate, Embers, and Woodworth are scheduled to return tomorrow morning. The Wise's and our two younger slayers will return in three days. They've gone on a training expedition with the Anders' Guard." She rounded her desk as she spoke, standing near her chair, almost afraid to sit down.<br/><br/>In a few seconds, she overlooked the situation to see if there was anything she had missed. It didn't take long, she found thousands of holes poked in this painting. She could feel the energy in Panthea deflating with every passing moment, and she ushered her body language away. "Bah." Micshe threw her arms to the side and sat down in her chair with a shocking indignity for grace. The chair jeered to the side and scraped the floor.<br/><br/>Ili'meni's eyebrows creased, 'Micshe's chair never pulls when she's resting.'<br/><br/>"I will let you away, then." Micshe was smiling with her eyes and her lips. "Go, join your comrades. Enjoy your victory however you mind to."