<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/>The study door opened by Ili'meni's hand. Micshe looked up quickly, as the company rode in. Her chair squeezed itself, leaning back, she relieved pressure from her calfs. The room was only half as large as the first two. Tables of various size sprawled out over the room, and chairs nearly stacked on top of each other to make room for the books that were scattered across the ground, and every surface. Nearly all of the Sages that lived in house 205 were like this, dis-organized and easily distracted. Ili'meni was likely the only exception, but she had learned to live with the mess.<br/><br/>Mecshe was expecting an explanation, Ili'meni performed at the perfect time: "We've accepted visitors from Greece. Sages, and Slayers. They arrive urgently." Ili'meni stepped away and walked out of the study exactly where she had entered from.<br/><br/>Micshe tightened her grip on the desk and tried not to look like she was intimidated, Panthea's gown had overwhelmed her. Considering what she had just been reading, this was more than alarming. She was petrified. "I- I don't understand. I'm more interested in how you accomplished such a journey. But i must ask this question instead: Why are you here?" Micshe was not interested in keeping things hidden in side of any mystery. The tension around her was tight, she had been dreaming of the southwestern wall burning down every night. Panthea's face reflected horror and grace, but Micshe was like a doe in the lights.