02-03-2019, 02:29 AM
Vale released Rowan’s hands and she fell back into the couch, her breast heaving, breath catching as she recovered from the vision. She had never experienced something so intense. The vision was both gruesome and beautiful. Rowan did not know what to make of it.
Those Twin Flames…
According to New Age lore, Twin Flames were the equivalent to soul mates. There was no question as to who the black and white flames were in Rowan’s vision; judging by Vale’s facial expression, she had shared in the vision. Rowan locked eyes with the woman and felt goosebumps cover every inch of her being. Vale asked her to come or die, but Rowan could only think of the vision.
“An ox, a lamb, a raven, and a badger… A cauldron and a crown… Vale… What does it mean?”
She tentatively reached out for Vale’s hand, completely ignorant of Mikhail and the rest of the room. Was this destiny? Was this what the Voodoo Queen of Greater Moscow was looking for?
Rowan had searched and looked for years. She had scoured the plains of North America, let her message be heard amongst the crowds of Moscow, and this is what it had lead her to. Of course this was right. Any urge to seek our her brother fled her mind. Rowan stood from the couch, on unsteady legs, and worked her way over to the intercom.
“Gareth?”
“Yes, Madame?”
“I’m leaving.”
“I detect a note of finality in your voice…”
“Very astute, Gareth.”
“So, what of us, Madame?”
“If you do not hear from me within the next week, seek out my brother, Aiden Finnegan. He shall take care of the staff better than I could have. The deed to the property will fall to him. He has avoided me for months now, but I suspect if you contact him, notifying the man that I have disappeared, he shall embrace the Café and show himself…”
“Is this goodbye, Madame?”
“For the moment. I shall be back, Gareth, but I know not when. Take care, mon Dieu.”
“It has been a pleasure working for you, Madame.”
“And it has been my pleasure to watch you grow, Gareth. Take care of yourself.”
“I shall, and you do the same, Madame.”
The intercom went silent. Rowan spun on her heal and looked to Vale. The blonde Voodoo priestess rushed back up to the raven-haired woman and grasped her hand, looking to the older man as he spoke.
“Where are we going?”
((The scene can end whenever ya'll like.))
Those Twin Flames…
According to New Age lore, Twin Flames were the equivalent to soul mates. There was no question as to who the black and white flames were in Rowan’s vision; judging by Vale’s facial expression, she had shared in the vision. Rowan locked eyes with the woman and felt goosebumps cover every inch of her being. Vale asked her to come or die, but Rowan could only think of the vision.
“An ox, a lamb, a raven, and a badger… A cauldron and a crown… Vale… What does it mean?”
She tentatively reached out for Vale’s hand, completely ignorant of Mikhail and the rest of the room. Was this destiny? Was this what the Voodoo Queen of Greater Moscow was looking for?
Rowan had searched and looked for years. She had scoured the plains of North America, let her message be heard amongst the crowds of Moscow, and this is what it had lead her to. Of course this was right. Any urge to seek our her brother fled her mind. Rowan stood from the couch, on unsteady legs, and worked her way over to the intercom.
“Gareth?”
“Yes, Madame?”
“I’m leaving.”
“I detect a note of finality in your voice…”
“Very astute, Gareth.”
“So, what of us, Madame?”
“If you do not hear from me within the next week, seek out my brother, Aiden Finnegan. He shall take care of the staff better than I could have. The deed to the property will fall to him. He has avoided me for months now, but I suspect if you contact him, notifying the man that I have disappeared, he shall embrace the Café and show himself…”
“Is this goodbye, Madame?”
“For the moment. I shall be back, Gareth, but I know not when. Take care, mon Dieu.”
“It has been a pleasure working for you, Madame.”
“And it has been my pleasure to watch you grow, Gareth. Take care of yourself.”
“I shall, and you do the same, Madame.”
The intercom went silent. Rowan spun on her heal and looked to Vale. The blonde Voodoo priestess rushed back up to the raven-haired woman and grasped her hand, looking to the older man as he spoke.
“Where are we going?”
((The scene can end whenever ya'll like.))