A scent of summer heat rises as Boeralis' cold rushed over them. Selene's eyes seem to be a honeyed gold as she simply met the winter faerie's gaze with one of her own. Both women knew that their place in the scheme of things. Lucas' quick verbal deflection defused the situation for which Selene was grateful for. She had clashed with one of the oldest of the Dusk vampires the night before and her ribs were still sore. She had on occasion had to .. stomp on one of the faerie when they tried to put her in her 'proper place.' Add in that she knew the forces at play if she acted first.<br/><br/>"I see," Selene said to Lucas as they walked through the club, the rush of power around them not hitting her as hard as it did the Knight. "that you know about dealing with the Winter Court at least." Her dry tone could be interpreted as many different ways. Disapproval at his choices perhaps?<br/><br/><em>Greetings Twiceborn.</em>Selene turned to face the speaker, a man wrapped in shadow, and goes utterly still..<em>You have grown in the many years since our last encounter. Have your found him yet?</em><br/><br/>"No. Not yet. I am mindful of my promises Huntsman." She says quietly. The shadowy man chuckles, looming large as he stands up and looks down on her.<br/><br/><em>I hope you join us again when you do my dear. We had ever so much fun in Innsmouth and Pirate's Reef. I think you would fit right in with me and mine.</em>With a throaty chuckle the massive man looks to Lucas. For long moments it's hard to tell what he is thinking as he looks the Knight over.<em>Be mindful Knight, she is much more of Faerie than the mortal realm. And like all things Faerie, she is wrapped in secrets and has long dangerous claws.</em>Then he is gone, the brush of wind carrying the sound of hounds upon it. Lucas hears his last words as a whisper in his ear.<br/><br/><em>Not all hunters are easily spotted.</em><br/><br/>Selene motions towards a passing waiter and is rewarded with a stiff drink as she continues to stride across the room. A clutch of vampires fading as she passed them, and she in turn skirted a man at a chessboard with another shadow playing against him.<br/><br/>"Busy night here it seems. Perhaps I'm not the only one seeking the Archive." Selene says as she drains her glass and moves towards a private room. She knocks on it, her knuckles barely touching the wood as it eases open. She steps in without a second glance backwards.<br/><br/>The woman sitting at the table in the small discretely decorated room looks up, an elegant woman of indeterminate age. Her eyes sparkle as she takes in the woman and her companion. It was only her eyes that told Lucas that she was something other than any mother or grandmother he could have met at a tea shop. There was a gradual flow of letters through the irises and she looked upon the world with wisdom beyond any mortal's lifespan.<br/><br/>"See? Is this such a bad thing to present yourself in public with?" She says to Selene who looks embarrassed. "And I suspect you're wearing one of that french woman's clever designs. Which means you've got at least a pistol in addition to the staff and those viscous hair pins you're wearing. That was a proper doing forth with Lord Fisk, he was a proper barbarian." She motions for them to sit down. "Poisoning him with saint's blood returned a little of the pain he's caused in this world,  though I wished you hadn't be so terribly through in your burning of his estate. He had some lovely books in that library, a folio that Francis Bacon wrote as well as a journal belonging to Cromwell." Selene cleared her throat and looked at the woman fixedly. "Honestly Selene, two lives and you're still the most impatient person I've met."<br/><br/>"Time, Constance, isn't always our friend. You know who this is." She gestures to Lucas. "He needs to know if his quarry has given some clue you can ascertain for him. I doubt she's as tricky as my quarry."<br/><br/>"Well that much is true, Ephraim never uses a journal in his own name.. or one that isn't warded from me by those strange methods of his. I suspect he's using some alias that he's never written on out of character or that anyone who might know has written of either. She, on the other hand, takes great relish in writing of her misdeeds." She frowned. "Tell me young man, what do you need to know?"<br/><br/>"Constance is the Archive, Lucas, and as such is the closest thing to the sum total of all human knowledge. If it's recorded in some manner she knows it." Selene explains. "My foe keeps his secrets close and knows of her ability and that I have talked to her. So he never writes of anything that can hint to where or who he is now. I suspect the witch you seek isn't as bright."