Dante woke the next morning, recognizing the busy chatter and noise from the rest of the order bustling throughout the castle. There was another set of clothes layed out for him, one of almost identical material from the last few. As he slipped them on in silence, he took a moment to ponder where the Order could have gone without him, and who that woman was who donned Order garb. As he finished, pulling on his black velvet gloves, a voice from behind startled him, no matter how calm and flowing the feminine voice was. "Good-Morning" the woman said, the same from the previous evening. Dante spun on his heels, palm on the hilt of his blade. She laughed, and said "Calm yourself, Dante. I'm not here for a fight." He lowered his hand slowly, looking into her eyes. "I just came to tell you that there is a meeting called by your father" she said, and started for the door. "It would be best to wear your cloak"
Jareth Black · Sat May 21, 2005 @ 09:48pm · 1 Comments |