<strong> She is waking, and Michael is returning.</strong><br/><br/>A tall woman with chestnut hair and a beautiful pale face sat upon a ‘kissing chair’ made of the finest wood and velvet, velvet of such deep red that seemed to offset the rest of the large and rather extravagant room. Beside her was a handsome man with long dark curls, a moustache and a trimmed beard.<br/><br/>“My good lady you called for me, though I fear I might know that which you wish to speak to me about. I have felt it within my blood.” He bowed his head as she spoke.<br/><br/>The woman sighed, “Indeed it seems that the City may have to brace itself for many storms.”  There was another pause, her accent  had a welsh lilt to it, “You are aware she is wakening then, and that she has summoned her favourite Michael.”<br/><br/>The man nodded, “Perhaps given the circumstances he may aid us, as long he does not push too far with the wolves. We may be able to aid with the Concorde.”<br/><br/>“Yes, that would put us in good stead as John already is working his manipulations.” The female was thoughtful for sometime, “Michael…he… must have a distraction…I think I have the perfect one, and she is also part of the Winterstone staff. The governess…who knows what will happen…if she can prove herself. However at least we will have eyes there when needed.”<br/><br/>They continued talking of other matters, both certainly seemed troubled by events that had been happening in the City.<br/>