Hearts Enflamed [mongoose & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Hearts Enflamed [mongoose &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 04:43:01</strong>
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				<em>﻿"We need you to come in."</em><br><br>"How soon? I just landed."<br><br><em>"Now, the situation needs immediate attention."</em><br><br>"Vous n'avez personne d'autre ? Je suis exhuasted." She slipped into the native tongue of the country, her weary ear picking up the accents of those around her and as she did in times of stress she lasped into the language most dominant around her. Luckily for her it was the French director of the UN who had her on the phone and he understood what she said in her flawless French. <br><br><em>"Je comprends Mlle Devonte, je fais mais il n'y a simplement personne d'autre avec votre expertise."</em> She could hear the sympathy in his voice and it did not make her feel any better just more resigned. She sighed then, closing her eyes as she paused in the luggage area and nodded, recalling after that that he couldn't see it. <br><br>"Oui, very well, I will be there as soon as I can, though I am going to the hotel first to fresh up." <br><br><em>"Of course Miss Devonte, the car is waiting for you, the driver should find you within moments from now and he shall stay with you to aid in anyway he can."</em><br><br>"Merci, I shall try to not keep you waiting too long. Au revoir Monsieur Director."<br><br>"Au revoir Mademoiselle." The phone went dead in her hand then and she gratefully lowered it, stuffing the blackberry into her coat pocket to have both hands free as the luggage carousel came to life. She had made it through customs with no issue, the perks of having a UN badge and her passport always handy, the warren crafted of plexiglass that was a maddening labyrinth had been worked through, though that had been where she had gotten the call. And though the director pushed for her to appearance as soon as possible he would not give her details or a briefing. <br><br>Whatever it was had him spooked, but then she had a good guess as to what had caused her to be flown all the way from Mexico. It was the same thing that had the whole world on edge, the end result of having the veil barriers weakening steadily over the past few years. <br><br>There was a dragon. <br><br>Part of her felt, as she was hauling her luggage off the track, two simple sleek black suitcases that stood up well to the staggering amount of globe hopping she performed, that the UN and the world in general should have expected something like this. Should have had a plan on how to deal with it. The 'veil barriers' had been open for roughly four years now and their affects had been felt world wide both in the form of people suddenly discovering that magic was very much real to freak accidents both good and bad happening in plenty. Likely the hurricane brewing off the Atlantic was&nbsp; caused by leftover magic, a spill over the world needed to figure out how to handle. Scientists were in high demand and near useless usually. <br><br>Which left people like her. <br><br>Lisandra tugged on her suitcases handles, wheeling them toward the area where a throng of people, drivers, taxi, private and bus, waited to pick up passengers. Toward the front she spied a tall and rather intimidating African American man holding a sign that had Mademoiselle Devonte elegantly lettered on it. Figured the French director would send someone who looked like a hit man to fetch her from Charles de Gaulle airport; she inwardly shook her head and made her way toward him, his dark eyes set on her within moments of her directing her course his way and as she stopped before him he lowered the sign and said one word in a deep booming voice accented clearly from Northern Africa, perhaps Algeria. <br><br>"Badge?"<br><br>Like a good girl she pulled out her badge to show him along with her passport id with a photo that was better then most but didn't quiet capture her. He looked them over and then surprised her by smiling and revealing very white teeth. "Welcome Lady Devonte, I've heard of you."<br><br>That startled a laugh out of Lisandra as she surrendered her luggage to his suddenly eager hands. "Lady? I wasn't aware I had been gifted with nobility."<br><br>He started for the doors and she followed, his sheer size clearing a path through the people for the two of them. "Perhaps not with most but I have worked down in South Africa myself and heard the stories of all you do. You are Lady to no few, some call you Lady of Languages for your grasp on so many languages, others Lady of Mysteries for your...other talents." <br><br>They cleared the door then and Lisandra was blushing, the color showing all too clearly on her pale skin, skin that didn't tan even when she was back home under the relentless South African sun; the joys of being a redhead. Her aquamarine eyes were a mix between flattered and ruefully shy. "Ah. Well thank you, though I believe you have the advantage on me, I didn't catch your name."<br><br>"Jacq, or at least that's what I go by." <br><br>She smiled at him then as they reached the car and he fitted her suitcases into the trunk, the expression warming her weary features. "Well then its a pleasure to meet you. How long a drive to the hotel?"<br><br>"At least an hour, perhaps more." Came her reply as he opened the door to the black sedan, she slipped in, ducking under his arm though with his size and her own height there wasn't much need to duck, her frame a healthy 5"6. She sighed happily at the answer. <br><br>"Oh joy. I'm going to nap." That earned her a chuckle as he shut the door and moved to get in the driver's door. By the time he had she was already dozing, half wishing she had never gotten her major in esoteric anthropology, it had made her too bloody useful. <br><br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br><br>Freshly showered and changed she still didn't feel completely herself as she followed the tall driver, who had to be so much more then a driver, through the twists of the UN building she had been lead to, this on the outskirts of Paris though still in a respectable area. Her low heels, feminine but at two inches comfortable and safe enough, made little noise as she followed him. Her arms however were aching from the heavy tomes that the Director had wanted her to bring, the joys of having a library stash at the hotel rooms she had on lease here in Paris; damn them for turning her favorite rest city into a place that now would make her a living zombie. <br><br>She was grateful when they entered the briefing room and she let the books rest on the table, still too much herself to let them thump, thud or otherwise risk damage. Once they were settled the redhead let herself collapse down into a chair with a sigh, her eyes half closing as she tried to recover some sense of energy.&nbsp; With her pale coloring, the natural and annoying dusting of freckles on her nose, just a few and light but still, she showed her weariness all too readily, circles hinting under her eyes, the set of her full cupids bow mouth. The door opened and Jacq entered with a steaming cup of expresso, she straightened in her chair and lavished a smile on him that warm her features and make her arresting eyes gleam. They were so striking half because of her true red hair, not a ginger but one of those rare woman with truly red locks, though deeper then most. <br><br>"Oh merci Jacq, you are a angel." She got the booming laugh again, one she had already gotten use to as he set the cup down in front of her. <br><br>"Think nothing of it petite Lady." Lisandra waved him off with a laugh and picked up her cup as the African man settled himself in another of the plush leather chairs in the room. It deepened her belief that he was more then just a driver but she didn't say anything, contenting herself with the hot coffee that was like lifeblood at the moment. She tugged over the top book of her stack, opening it to some drawings of dragons to look over them and wondering where the creature was currently. <br><br>This all would have been a dream come true a few years ago, to see a dragon but that was before the veils had started to appear and magic had began to leak through. Before she had suddenly found herself with a budding gift at magic and her major made her priceless to the UN at puzzling out magical things and working with those who were new to magic and bringing done those who abused it. Four years later and she was weary, overworked and ready for a true vacation, more then a few days snatched here and there between crisis after crisis. After this one, she promised herself, she would go back home or maybe even have Luke fly with her to some island spot, maybe Bali, and take at least a week off. <br><br>Hopefully. <br><br>The door opened again and she stayed, reading the pages to refresh herself and sipping at the cup in her hands, assuming it was the Director. 
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