(My computer is acting up, so I might reinstall windows on it come monday. Just os you know if there's a long break between posts.)
Alice had never felt more giddy in her life then she had now. There was something with having the freedom to just let loose, to run wild and as fast as her vampiric strength. There was just something so liberating in the knowledge that she could run free, be wild and not have to worry about Sires or chores or whether or not she was going to risk exposing their kind if she let go of all her restraints.
Well, almost all. She was sure if she cast any magic, Aleks would be that in two seconds flat with a very pissed off Grandsire behind him.
And given that for the last few years, with a lot of cuddling due to her horrible experience of dentist terror, Alice had stayed fairly well out of trouble. At least she had managed to keep her heated arguements with Lord Marist to a few swats and that had always be regarding her penmenship.
After having run into Astaroth Slangetunge, leader of the Furies Rebels and traitor to the counsel which Alice's Grandsire was a member of, Alice's left hand had been pierced with a silver laced leather needle. The experience had been terrifing as well as painful, leaving her with a forever reminder of a starfire shaped scar on the back and palm of her hand. She had been told, or rather Aleks had been told and she had heard it, that she had been lucky not to get silver poisoning and that none of her nerves had died, but she still hadn't gotten it back to normal yet so her skills on the piano and writing had taken a few steps back.
She could still remember they last arguement where Gabriel had accused her of not practicing her letters. She acttually had been, probably not as much as he wanted her too, but she had been nice and spent most of her free time doing it given how much she was trying to get done and ready.
So this was one of the few times where she had spare time and she was doing nothing important beyond taking a breather.
Of course that meant she wasn't paying attention to where she was running or how far she was getting from the safety of Dimitrius' walls. After all, walls worked both ways. They kept things in and things out.
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Mikeal Dornell, his own birth name long ago forgotten even to him, was currently looking over several different documents with much irritation. At some point of time, thankfully when Janus had been living with Lady Wainwright, their little London flat had bee broken into and torn apart. As a result, he now had to got threw all his books and personal things, checking to see what was lost and missing.
"So when is Sir Kaine going to get in touch with me, anyway, Mikeal? Like, I know that Lord Victor said I'd have to wait six months until I could use it --- but I mean... it still has to be made, right?!"
"Janus..."
If it wasn't because he knew how excited he had been getting his first sword, Mikeal would have yelled in rage over how many times Janus had brought it up.
"Am I going to get to see it be made? I know she mentioned some guy once - Mercury? He's the weaponsmith, right? ---but I haven't read anything about him in the history books you gave me, or anything..."
"Janus. Breath," Mikeal ordered, looking up from his papers and then sighed. "Sir Kaine will come the moment she has time. There are a lot of Furies she has to round up and her eye needs to heal enough for her to see though it first before she will teach you."
That was true, Kaine believed that anything you made, had to be done right the first time or not at all. And for her to teach Janus how to fight with a sword properly, she need perception.
Not that she wasn't lethal without it.
"As for the sword, you're gonna have to be patient," Mikeal laughed. "Mercury is pretty secretive about how he makes the blades. You can write to him if you want to know if he'll let you watch. Now please. I need to read this."
"Yip!"
Having put her bone down, Bruja yipped for attention from her master. She was still small, tiny compared to Klo when he was her age and even more compared to her own litter mates.
"Tell you what. Let me finish two letters here and we'll take the dogs for a you-know-what," Even though Mikeal didn't say the word walk, all three dogs perked their ears. Even Caboose, who had been sleeping, snapped awake looked alert at Mikeal with hopeful eyes. "But first the letters. Okay."
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