<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/>"Right." Micshe swallowed hard, trying to process what she had just been told. 'This woman had visions of the future.' That was not too odd, 'There is a sureness to her that I can't seem to define.' The woman took a lot of time to ponder her choice of words. Standing, up she closed each one of the seven books in front of her slowly, and turning in a pace, making over ten steps before she begin to speak again, "Given any reason, this house would gladly accept any help that is offered. With that being said, you can consider yourselves members of the house of the Dead Arrow." She stopped her pacing, now standing within reach of Panthea. "Right now, we only have two empty guestrooms, so most of you will have to sleep in the Forge. After you sort that out, I'll have Ili'meni help you find them.<br/><br/>She was a terrible host, and not a single part of her cared about how comfortable the company would be as they stayed. The title of the house seemed to come directly from Micshe's frozen eyes. Her focus shifted quickly. She turned around to embody this and approached the table she had been sitting at just moments before. Her books were all shut on the other side. Bracing herself, she leaned back against the standing wood and put one hand against her temple. She could not focus, there were so many questions that she needed an answer for. Many of these were in her mind well before Panthea had arrived. It seemed to her that the universe was offering a message. With patience, she would fully tap this wonderful little resource. Among the most obvious pieces of information, she would have to deal with the most basic first: "What is your name young lady?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ili'meni scurried through the small hallways that worked themselves through the service rooms. At one time, House 205 was able to hire servers and cooks, janitors, and otherwise. Now, none of them were present. Ili'meni did most of these jobs. It explained the integrity of their study. But it did not explain The young blonde's eagerness to aid the broken troops that Panthea had brought with her. there was a goodness that oozed off of her. In every world, she put herself behind the people in her company. A natural omega. Ili'meni was not pleased, she was meant to please.<br/><br/>The hallways that she used in the back of the house were small, only five feet high, and poorly planned. The structure had had most of it's walls rebuilt and reinforced since the house had been placed. So, the halls were snug too, Ili'meni had to crouch while she walked just to carry her errands through them. She changed three candles, hardly storing the memories as she performed the subtle task. There was a bundle of fresh white candles in a bag on her back. She used a knife to clear the candle holders free of melted wax. She put a pot of hot water on the stove, and fueled the fire underneath it with three logs. There were dishes that needed to be washed, but the time was not available to clean them. She needed to get some food for Panthea's party.<br/><br/>There was always soup, hot and ready to serve. She made a batch of her potato concoction every day, and it always tasted best as the sun was setting. That event was still over three hours away, though. In a third pot on the stove, including the water that she'd just added, yesterdays soup had been stored and reheated. The most useful device that The Sages of House 205 had received from the towns mechanics was a small refrigerator. Surely, Ili'meni could do well without it, but she was starting to forget how. It had been expensive, but it was a God-send. Deliberating over the stove, Ili'meni decided that it was probably better to feed these exhausted escorts with yesterdays stew. It would likely taste better.<br/><br/>She carried three bags and a full tray that held the whole pot of stew as well as wooden spoons, wooden bowls, and enough bread to feed them all for hours. getting through the tiny hallways in the back of the house was a slow adventure that tested the endurance in her arms. The food made it safely to the bathe, where the dining area also resided. Those who had been washing themselves or resting there, were quick to realize what was happening. The smell filled half of the house, and Ili'meni was a beacon no matter what she was carrying. "The soup is mostly potatoes, but there's a whole garden in there as well as some chicken." The glittering eyes of her eager guests thanked her with mostly quiet words. "Eat to your fill. There is more if this doesn't provide for everyone." The tray was set down on one of the many tables, and Ili continued on her way through the house. Still carrying the three bags that she had retrieved from the back of the house, she ended up changing out two more candles in the bathe and another three in the main hallway. Mische's voice reverberated through the door, Ili'meni stopped to eavesdrop for a moment, as the door was still pushed open.