<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>Michse Variel - Ili'Meni Westcott <br/>Sage House 205<br/>Day 1 - Scorpio Sun, Gemini moon<br/>Tagged: Panthea Salvai</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Micshe had been over seven books for most of the day. She was up before the sunrise, reading by candle light. Still burning the wicks, her blinds were drawn in the study of the large house. All of the text concerned vampire movement in the last one hundred years. three of them were from foreign lands, and the other four outlined activity in the Anders area. Such study was not standard in her routine. But, there had been word from several recon camps in the surrounding area that had alarmed her. Two safe houses in the Northeastern woods had been completely destroyed in Libra's Sun.. There had been no survivors, and nothing was found besides blood, dead bodies, and ash. The more resilient sources told stories of large battles on the ground, The human participants were few, and unsuccesful, suffering intense casualties. The recon teams had even spotted two companies, totally almost one thousand, doing war in the South, demon against demon. The slayers were confused, and so was Micshe. Her frame was still as she compared the notes extensively without taking the time to relax. She was covered in a long green sash that covered most of her body.<br/><br/>Ili'Meni was the busy one. She scurried from room to room, retrieving breakfast for Micshe, tea, magnifying glasses, and fresh candles. She dictated notes, Michse spoke to her in an absolute monotone, and the young Sage was worried the whole time if she was taking the notes correctly. She spaced out often, concerned with her relationships around the 205 House. Dalton Wise, and Danny Woodworth had both expressed a sexual interest in her. She was at a very healthy and flourishing age. Romance didn't feel like an unacceptable route of discovery. The tiny blonde was only a student beneath the Master Sages, Micshe and Danny. She was not aware of the floating omens. Michse was panicking, that much was obvious. But, Ili'Meni's Master was not a complicated individual, she was always over-worked and dis-humored by one thing or another.<br/><br/>The study was only three doors from the entrance to the building. When the door rapped, Ili'meni knew that she was dutied to answer the call. "I'll go to the door." she said to Micshe, setting down her pen and standing from the table that the two Sages were seated at.<br/><br/>"Good, yes." Micshe hadn't even considered an action. In fact, she was so focused, the sound had hardly been registered.<br/><br/>Ili'meni was bare foot, her steps made no noise, only the swishing sounds of her gown floated upwards in the long hall of House 205. Like, Michse, she only wore one piece of fabric around her, but it was a shoulder strung gown that dangled to the middle of her shins. She wore three leather belts, one around her waist, one around her hips, and one around the high portion of her chest. the last strand of leather hugged the pockets under her arms tightly. It held her gown close to keep her fantastic breasts out of sight.<br/><br/>The front entrance had enormous wooden plates in the place of the door. Ili'meni had to use her entire body to move them. The doors pulled inward and she managed to set one side ajar. In more than one long motion, Ili'meni walked outside of the house and opened the door further, both hands on the far edge, head down and muscles tight. Once the threshold was revealed, she turned around to see the company before her. "Welcome." She smiled and made a bowing motion that turned into a curtsy half way through. "I'm Ili'meni Westcott. Micshe Variel, our Master Sage is busy at the moment. Further, most of the house is out on mission and patrol for the evening. We are only two right now, but capable. How can we be of service?" The large group intimidated her. The social skills of young Sage end when the back of book is reached. She did, however, know how to greet a guest to her city. By their clothing, she could tell that this party was from far away. The stains, and exhausted faces only added to the intensity of their presence. The young local that had guided them there was a comfort, these folks looked like they were either here FOR trouble, or here because they were IN trouble. The young man at Panthea's side made only one of those two options possible.<br/><br/>Ili'meni was still. Her eyes were glowing with anticipation and fear<br/>