Yvette - A Stronger Coven?

[20:50] And as they pour in one by one from different backgrounds and walks of life entirely, Atreus cannot help but picture the first time Elysium's coven gathered in the very same location.

All of their acolytes at the stairs, and the three C's standing at the top to work the ritual.

"No Eudes', huh? Alright. Alright."

The titan of a Frankenstein pushes himself up to his feet, standing at his full height of six and a half feet for the first time since his ghoulish demeanor had started to become somewhat slouched. A hand moves up to adjust the hat upon his head, and his focus, while managing to reach the likes of everyone present, does not stop on any particular person for too long.

"For the uninitiated, this is a meeting intended to get every back on the same page. A gathering of the taboo to set us and our allies up for success. We used to have these once a year, and that's somethin' we need to get back to. If not for the knowledge that gets spread-" A hand comes from his pocket to reveal a ritualistic knife, the hilt of which holds a half-crushed skull with ruby eyes.

Without so much as an extra blink, he plunges the tip of the dagger into his palm and tugs it in one direction, allowing a trickling stream of blood to fall into the stone bowl at his feet.

"-- Issa' ritual. To realign with the one that gives our coven power. Whether you partake in that or not is your own business, but listen up, since y'here already."

His own stream of crimson fills the bowl up a third of the way before he crystalizes the sight of the wound with his blood magic and holds the dagger out for Anabelle or Ororo to take.

"A Supreme's job is to take the Coven from one era to the next in mostly one piece. Cornelia and Camilla both had their run to get us out of that war, and I took the mantle after to deliver us to where we are today. But from here on...?"

A plume of black smoke erupts from the bowl and spreads through the area, turning the lush, green grass a crimson red and the tree above them all variants of the same shade, "It is time for a new Supreme to rise and pick up where I left off." A three-eyed raven parts the shrubbery behind them and soars to land on the Loa's shoulder, albeit just to perch and not gawk.

"I've been puttin' thought into it. On who the next Supreme should be- how it should be selected- how many beers they should have to drink upside down before the ceremony is complete. And I narrowed it down to the two you see behind me."

Those two being Ororo Boros and Anabelle Lockwood, household names in the village at this point.

"But given Ororo's talents and roles as a Loa - which is to say a set that is similar to my own - I've decided to go with Anabelle for my selection. And, by extension, Bleu."

And he takes a few steps to one side to lean back on the wall of the hill.

"Esshar is moving forward to a new era. And your new Supreme will be at the head of it, working alongside our allies in the Syndicate as well as the mighty demonkin who have graced this lands." His eyes meet with the new Supreme's long enough for a sly grin to force itself onto his ghoul-like features.

"Got a speech for your people, 'Belle?"
(Atreus Ghede)
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[21:12] The blade was passed to Anabelle, and with it, without any fancy tricks as she sometimes did, she let it cut across her palm to bleed into the bowl as well. Her blood was added to Ghede's and the witch takes a step back, listening intently to the rest of his speech. Beside her was her dearest companion, a wolf larger than any natural one, but one that bore antlers that stemmed from his head. The ethereal trait to his form marked him not as a demon, but as a shadow and conjuration, even if the Vale did well to attempt to make him appear almost real.

His great paws pressed into the stony steps beside his witch, and when Ghede spoke her name as the next Supreme, Anabelle bowed her head and ascended a few more herself. Before turning, however, smoke billowed under her feet, and a gust of shadows lifted her upward where she came to sit upon her beast, hands brushing into the misty fur that only she could truly touch this way.

From there she peered out over the crowd, Ana's eyes mostly hidden by the crowned mask that sat about her head, but her burning blue gaze could be seen by all, alight even if still behind that one obstacle.

"Before I could call myself prepared for the world, my mentor was taken from me. Murdered by the knights of Osrona. Before I could believe myself capable, those who were raising us and teaching us our ways were slaughtered. Those who bask in the sunlight believed their station was at our gates, and as of recent news, still believe this to be true." Anabelle's voice rang out from the steps, but it was amplified beyond what a single person could do on their own. It echoed outward, modified with a secondary tone, as if her shadow was speaking with her, providing the force needed to carry it afar into every corner of this very Vale.

Anabelle held her hand up, and with a sapping, occultic flame, more darkened clouds began to congregate around her. She pulled in essence from the air, from the presence of all those bearing Elaide's gifts, breathing in the air along with it.

"Moonfall and this Vale are not places for the sun to shine forever. We dwell in the night, we bask in the twilight. And with the addition of some of the Atrellyans to our home, I make ready to challenge the whole of Osrona. Therians have listened to our words of freedom. The Syndicate has upheld us and fought our fights since before we emerged from Esshar's forests. And now?"

"We walk in a new age, one that runs parallel to an age of old when Amalia Elaide moved across continents with the Dark Lord. We walk in an age where change is on the winds, and where we will bring about an Eternal Night."

"I will be continuing with councilmembers, though they will be distinctly separate, given autonomy that I hope will allow a more productive environment for us all." One pale hand that bore the mark of a smiling face with X's fore eyes upon the palm gestured to Ororo on the steps there. "Ororo Boros will be our direct connection to the Syndicate, carrying Moonfall's interests with them. And my dear Eudocia Mimes will do the same for the Therians."

Given the former's absence, Anabelle moved on, gesturing next to the black wolf at the western corner of the steps. "El has been welcome here as one of our own, along with the good serpent Versail and the Princess Ame'Val. Others have come.." her gaze shifted from Altira who stood beside Cameo and to Douma at the east. "As guests, and friends. But it is El who will join me in leadership. It is he who will stand not under anyone, but at my side when it comes to his kin and their home here."

"It has been too long since we have held a proper Sabbath like this, and so long as I am the Supreme, we will not forego another. Moonfall is a place many have bled and died to defend, it is where we are free to delve into our darkest wishes, to prosper among the promises the Dark One offers us."

"You are all my people, and it will be with my own bloodied breaths that I defend our gates. It will be with all I have that we prove ourselves something that not just Osrona, but Esshar as a whole should have never forgotten."
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[21:15] The Loa stood, or more floated an inch or so above the steps. Golden light dances against her skin like steam rising from wet flesh. Trails of ink dance and slither as talons of black curl and fidget.

She did not allow her Guardian to release itself, no. Still struggling to combat its consciousness with her own willpower, muddied by her recent injury, one of which none could see yet she could feel so very well. The faint trickle of energy into her mind aided her focus. Provided by the essence within her combined with sheer willpower and a very faint glyph, unseen in the light around them.

As Ghede presents both she and Anabelle the Loa offers naught but a light bow. Her beauty combined with the glow of her flesh and her almost goddesslike detachment did not falter.

She accepts the crimson athame, slicing upon her palm and allowing a faint, gold lined crimson to trickle down before the wound closed itself within moments, letting the black smoke billow towards her she passes the athame and bowl towards Anabelle, offering her a light bow.

"May the Dark Lord revel in your whispers, might he grant acoustics to your voice. Might your hold of the souls of many be just as his own, Supreme." She speaks, offering a bow towards Anabelle, dancing tendrils of gold curl around her delicate form.

After all, Ghede was right. Ororos place was not as supreme but as a Loa, as the muse. As she who inspired those who led and those before to lead on, to spark the flames that he who might dance in the shadows of every heart might flourish. That he might have room to stretch.

She was Loa, Mother of Serpents. Muse to darkness itself and dancer of the cosmos.
(Ororo Boros)
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[21:20] El whispers something.
[21:20] Fol would clap his hands lightly looking on. He always hated loud clapping.
(Fol Imon)
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[21:21] Versail whispers something.
[21:21] Versail whispers something.
[21:21] El whispers something.
[21:21] El whispers something.
[21:22] Versail whispers something.
[21:22] El whispers something.
[21:23] "... Pointless."

Would so be the voice of this demon as such a call was made by this woman before them. Who would be risen and proclaim to stand on equal footing with a Demon which had fallen so low. Not so much as a glance back being so offered as this demon had soon moved to stand away from one such decree.

Demons which had lowered themselves and now stood alongside humans, demons which had chosen any which believed they had not a need to work and struggle for that right...

To stand alongside their kind.

"Such bravado for being handed naught more than a title. Once more I fail to understand." Silent as ever would the movements of The Spider not make so much as a single sound. Their many eyes once again focused Southward, towards where they had come from as a brief pause was soon to follow.

"... I must speak with Lord Veles. Do you intend to remain here, Altira?"

Calling back towards the woman which stood atthe side of Cameo.
(Douma)
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[21:25] Sabbaths aren't unnecessarily uncommon for their kind, and if anything, considering how more practiced such arts are within Atrellya.. the moment that he's seen so many gathered, he already knew the purpose behind this all, the purpose for which they were gathered. Such announcements, of course, are most curious, but..

"I'm more curious of any direct plans, if I'm honest."

"Announcement of titles and uplifting speeches are most definitely, hm.. good, I suppose.." Which is about as nice as he could put it..

"But it should be reserved to those who are low on spirits."

Namely, just about anyone who took any setbacks to the heart. Though, to that end, he decides to spend just a bit more around.

Maybe his question will be answered.. maybe not.
(Senev疝)
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[21:26] Sibylle sat upon the great stone steps as she had so often did in her youth, reclined and looking ever towards those within the middle. But during her own relaxation, that same athame that she had used time and time again for numerous rituals was produced. Blood stained it's steel, making it look more ruddy brown and used than anything else. It twirled within her fingers easily as Ghede spoke.

Brown doe-like eyes peered curiously at his hat more so than anything else but she held a respectful silence. At the mention of Cornelia there was the faintest sigh that escaped from her lips but even as Ghede continued to speak her attention never wavered.

The declaration of Anabelle as the new Supreme did not bring about surprise to her. In fact, it was almost as if she expected it. As if she knew... Because she did. There was the faintest grin that tugged at the edges of her lips, as that dagger trailed down her open palm's lifeline, back and forth as if she was a child in play.

Then Anabelle ascended, as she was meant to and mentioned Knights stationed at their very gates - which beckoned a look towards Douma, given his fight just that previous night against those from Osrona� Right outside of Moonfall, no less. Eventually her eyes fell to a shut, content that she wasn't mentioned. That it wasn't made such a gigantic deal - not everyone needed to know, after all.

But she was a Witch and finally, that dagger sliced into her scarred palm all the same, crimson ichor spilling from her palm. There was a mumble, though it was loud enough certainly for those gathered to hear it.

"Slava Temnomu Lordu. My s neterpeniyem zhdem dolgoy nochi." She said softly. That blood offered up so freely to that being within Helheim which granted those witches his boons and his gifts. Now her eyes opened, to glance towards those Demons that she had named off - El, Versail. Douma spoke his own thoughts and moved off, to leave, and Sibylle stayed where she was.

Sibylle's palm closed in on itself before she now directed her attention towards Anabelle herself.

"They shan't forget. Not anymore." She said before growing quiet once more.
(Sibylle)
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[21:26] At some point during the spectacle, Altira had reverted to her wolf form. The events that transpired before her, though fascinating, had very little to do with her. Still, it was good to be aware of what was going on. She detested being left in the dark.

Her gaze passes over El and a hint of relief fills her. It'd been some time since she'd last seen the man she served, after all. So long as he was safe and sound, there seemed nothing more for her to worry about.

The wolf rises to her feet with Douma's words and nods. "I'll come." Before moving to depart though, she turns to face Cameo and pokes his neck with her nose. His scent would be remembered.

"Bye, bye, human. Learn about pacts before we next speak. You won't regret it."
(Altira)
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[21:27] Versail was by no means one whom could say he'd make for a good attendee for public events. His presence was one that seemed perfectly refined to his own space, yet it is with the opinion stated however that the serpent which crosses his arms.

"Pointless iss- Is the thought of one that feels it a necessity to speak of an alliance that is already above you, slave." A single claw traces along its chin, and the smile which tugs upon the corners of its lips, tugging its flesh back until those razor shar teeth were presented all the same.

"Why bother ss- Showing, if you will not humble yourself. Or will thiss- This be another gripe about why you, a non-wolf, and your wolf-kin should be the ones ahead."
(Versail)
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[21:28] Sibylle says, "... Let us not pick fights on such a... -Joyous- occasion, Versail..."
[21:28] Atreus Ghede asks, "Hahahaha! He's right though, ain't he?"
[21:28] Altira says, "None of them better fuck with El."
[21:28] Altira whispers something.
[21:28] Douma says, "... Mm."
[21:29] Atreus Ghede says, "If you didn't want to hear what we had to say, y'shouldn't have come."
[21:29] Versail says, "Then tell him to quiet himself."
[21:29] Douma says, "The Lesser demon behind me can speak all he wants.-"
[21:29] Douma says, "I'll go where I please, human."
[21:29] Anabelle Lockwood says, "We will do little other than worship El for what he is; a demon."
[21:29] Altira says, "Good. Then I've no complaints."
[21:29] Douma asks, "... Shall we, Altira?"
[21:29] Atreus Ghede says, "You shall."
[21:30] Blake Augustus says, "Fun travels, Demons."
[21:30] The ookami would then look to them happy as always. Remembering when Ana was younger now look at her. She was a Supreme. How the times have come and gone. He would then stretch his arms.

He would then look to the demon.

"Pointless?"

A sigh as he saw this something that will become a problem in the future. The ookami senses could tell. Someone like that could never see them as equals.

"My not surprise as someone *cough*. Was making one of our own bend a knee not to long ago. So yes not surprised."
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[21:30] Altira says, "What the giant patchy human said."
[21:31] Versail says, "Boring..."
[21:31] El says, "With that being said..."
[21:31] Anabelle Lockwood says, "Do not care for them. The demons who have gathered here stand over those who would treat you as flies and maggots."
[21:31] Atreus Ghede says, "Speaking of."
[21:31] Atreus Ghede asks, "Will you be going with them, Sibylle? If your choice to leave the Coven was a certain one?"
[21:32] Ororo Boros says, ". . ."
[21:33] Alita Tym says, "..."
[21:33] Blake Augustus says, "."
[21:33] It was something she'd not expected to witness during the meeting. Though, as she listened there was the faintest bit of embarrassment. She didn't know who anyone but Anabelle was, and only her because of Eurya's tutelage.

Well, that wasn't true the spider Douma was known and the wolf Altira. That was two, but who else? Her gaze shifted from the display going on up the stares to the others around. The bunny man? Not really, no. Eurya was no where to be seen either.

There was more talking, more threats and grand declarations. It was really... Well, the more she stood there listening to the way Douma strong handled the coven in it's own realm.

"..."

Her gaze shifted back to Anabelle. Worship the demons? That brought a frown to her features. So far she'd not been impressed with them other than power.

Stepping forwards out of the group of citizens at the base of stairs. Looking up at the leaders, she was about to speak but the plot kept thicking. Sibylle was departing the coven?

The Therian simply remained silent after that news, her place was tenuous in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps that's why she'd choosen to hold her tongue.

(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[21:34] The still bloodied dagger was brought up to her mouth, tongue dragging across it's flat surface as she peered up towards Ghede with a curious expression before it was finally pulled away.

"... Ah.... And here I thought I could quietly slip away into the night," She said sadly. "Soon. I am here for support as always, you know. I wished to celebrate Anabelle's own succession, after all."

But now the short Witch stood up, palm still bloody before her head inclined itself,

"Or do you wish to see me leave that desperately?" She questioned in earnest.
(Sibylle)
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[21:35] Maeve had never even undergone a ritual with this Coven before, it was certainly quite... Eye-opening, in terms of how many had gathered for this. Though, Maeve was more than aware of the existence of said Rite... She'd been an exceedingly studious young girl for all of her short life.

From Atreus, her sights slowly pan towards the new Supreme, Anabelle. Soon enough, it moves towards Ororo.

"Oh my, oh my..." She spoke aloud - perhaps pulling on a signature grin for the new Supreme claiming her title. Was Maeve truly delighted at these sights? Who knows. Perhaps it was only a matter of time for something specific.

Blood-toned irises meet Douma's form at the strange outburst of sorts.

There were so many questions brewing within, though her silence came back on for a moment or so.

Many questions indeed, though... The potentiality of a mishap simply kept her idle for this moment in time. She contemplates just how to even go about this.

A light shake of her head followed a sigh. "Tension." The young Witch uttered.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[21:36] Simply watches and listens. The smell of blood was making their own rush. Mylow was a bit strange least in some people's eyes. The kid just clapping his hands, not knowing what else to do, keeping silent as other things were going on.
(Mylowchi Botcher)
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[21:37] Remaining in the back, the hazel eyes of the rabbit listened intently to the meeting at hand. Hands were placed in his pockets, giving a nod as he was looked at, the small curve of the ends of his lips a grin towards the ascentions, welcoming change but also ever slightly the pause when he heard Ghede was stepping down.

He's mainly wordless, giving a small nod to Ororo as she was named the direct connection to the Syndicate, and a hushed word to Altria as she departed, but otherwise he just remained quiet, hopping slightly closer as he listened.
(Cameo Orn Octavius)
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[21:38] The frankenhunk takes a seat on the stairs at this point and waves the younger witch off.

"Naturally, I wouldn't like to see you leave at all. Covens are families, bound by the soul. I told you once that you could become the Supreme if you were dedicated to such a title, correct?"

A brief pause as he folds one leg over the other and pulls out a small bottle to bring to his lips.

"Y'all my little siblings. I want y'to stay and grow together. Not become lesser servants. If you are going to leave, carry your dignity with you, Little Syb."

And he leaves it at that before turning to give El his time in the spotlight. It wasn't his place as the former supreme to distract the masses from their new leaders.
(Atreus Ghede)
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[21:38] Ororo returns Cameos nod with an idle curl of her lip, starry hues peer down upon those below them. Ignoring the faint bickering between human and demon.
(Ororo Boros)
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[21:39] Blake Augustus whispers something.
[21:42] "Moonfallen, Kin - I refuse to do this again, I refuse to let us be defeated once again." The wolf looks over the crowd and even sends side glances to the witches who had put their faith in him. "I refuse to let defeat befall us once again so I will tell you exactly how we lost this war before." He explained. "We.. are unable to cast away our pride - we are unable to stop fighting eachother, when power is all that one wants, but if we put our selves together we can stand to topple any foe.. in this I believe." wolf would continue to walk upon the stairs pacing between the groups.

"We lost, because we fought eachother - because we weakened eachother, because our nature is to stand above everyone even our allies, Moonfallen - kin I will say this and I will say this once, If we cannot cast away our pride, if we cannot stop our pettiness against eachother.. Then we will fall- then we will have to wait more then a centuries for the next generation to summon demons again only to continue the cycle of FAILURE.


The wolfs form would be obscured by black fog- a tall figure would step out of this black fog - eyes flaring red. "Moonfallen - and kin I refuse to let this happen, We will focus our hate our rage our flames and our power on our enemies and nothing more, we will cast away our pride for this purpose of this war and we will stand triumph at the end of it. My kin, these are not your pets- these are not your tools these are your people these are your brothers in arm you may not stand above them but stand next to them in battle because they are the only thing that will have your back besides your own kind."


The figure crosses his arm. "So let it be known, if you cannot find your self to consider these people who will lay down their lives for the same cause- then go.. leave you are not needed here... you are not wanted here go back to your tower and follow the cycle of failure like the rest- ifyou want victory then you will stay here and you will fight for the same goal to ruin Orsona to destroy and defeat our enemy and then move on to conquer the rest of the world.."


"I ask you to join us - but I will not force you too... that decision alone is up to you." and he would stand by that...
(El)
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[21:45] Ryohr regards El's speech with more respect than other demon kind. A half-nod of acknowledgment marks the conclusion and they look back to the new Supreme.
(Ryohr)
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[21:48] Yvette's head nodded evenly, it was a binding alliance of those with similar goals. Better than most could offer and certainly more reasonable than Douma's statements.
(Yvette Eldergrove)
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[21:48] Anabelle looked ahead from atop her wolf to Senev疝 first. The Supreme's voice amplified outward. "Planning is to begin tonight. El and I have spoken on the future of Moonfall and his kin. Not only plans to aid in searching for the Indra Shards, but for more weapons, more advantages we can claim over the might of Osrona's military force."

"I don't believe we've had a chance to meet, but you are as welcome here as any. All we ask is that we aren't seen as dirt. Even if it is true that humans aren't equal to your kin, our deliverance of the world to you will come from motivation and hope, not whipped and bloodied backs."

"The others who have gathered here understand that, and they will be given the full force and support of the Moonfallen." She nodded once to him now, turning her attention to the rest. She didn't say anything in addressing Sibylle and Ghede's discussion, nothing about Sibylle leaving the Coven either.

Instead she quickly turned to El, hearing his speech in full, words that actually brought a smile to her face. At the end of it she bowed her head slightly, the crowned mask shimmering in the dim lights.

"I thank you, El. And you Versail." her gaze turned to the crowd again. "It's exactly as he said. These demons are as good as your family. They are what Osrona fears most, and so we will do all we can to uphold them. One lifts up the other, and in doing so we will all rise."

Anabelle's beast gave a great howl, lifting its head toward the sky, and she said, "That is all for now. We will hold another Sabbath in a years time. Gather the citizens of our village, gather those closest to you. Reach out and teach them our ways, and in doing so we will grow in numbers to rival the City of Light."

Belu made his way down the steps, one great paw after the other, before he and his witch settled near the grass at the foot of them, preparing to depart, though waiting to ensure all were ready to do so.
(Anabelle Lockwood)
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[21:51] Ast nodded and squeezed Yvette's hand. She was more than willing to live alongside demons, if they weren't assholes to her and her family. She respected their might quite well, though as social beings, all but one interaction so far proved deeply wanting... she nodded along and hoped in her little, manic pixie dream girl heart that this could work.
(Astrid Eldergrove)
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[21:51] "Ah. I see."

There is something about this that he actually considered, if only because of the fact that treating them like dirt was rather.. pointless, especially if not doing so would bring about great deal of benefits. After all..

If one is served something on silver platter..
Why should they throw it away and throw a tantrum?

It's much like a behaviour of a child- to which he merely wafts his hand. Seneval was focused on the ambition laid out before him, and certainly he had little time for the prideful outlook that some of their kind bestowed.

Especially when it's hollow and some of them come back injured.

"Yes, yes.. I don't believe we met."

"Although I believe there are topics I had to address towards you." A reference made towards Anabelle, before he adds.

"Indras Shards first it is, it would seem."
(Senev疝)
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[21:52] Sibylle's eyes batted and she nodded her head.

"It was never in the cards for me to become Supreme, Ghede," She said in response to what he had said verbally. "It isn't my style." She added with a faint shrug. With the conclusion of Anabelle's own speech, Sibylle had hopped off the steps. "Don't worry though - I'll still be around! Anabelle knows that."

She'd begin to trail away, a hand raised up,

"Plus I still have a house here anyway." She laughed.
(Sibylle)