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Today was the day!

To say that Ravnos wasn’t a little excited about it would be a lie. Although any excitement was internal, not external. He had spent a lot of time cleaning up the new temple and making it hospitable. Covering the door way that led to the stairs down to the dungeons. He didn’t want anyone going down there. He did the same to the doorway ther lead to Grendel and his private areaS definitely didn’t want anyone poking around inthere.

He had been running around all morning trying to get things done before anyone had arrived. Grendel being his biggest distraction to him and his time. He was rather hard to ignore though. It was tough when he was so persistent. He had waved him off a couple times but he had more successes than losses.

Ravnos sighed. lol ok’ing about the room he felt like something was missing. Maybe some throw pillows that the God was using for target practice. Cause yea that’s the best way to utilize them. There should be there Lenny of places to sit and the large, dark wood twmable shined amongst it all. Ravnos tracked a finger over it’s surface and it seemed to shimmer.

He was done thinking about it. Everything was fine and looked nice.

Amria glanced over as her husband a slender eyebrow lifted as she watched him glance around. She knew he was looking around for her father. Obviously not being all that present for her but such as it was. Her father was a rather commanding person. When he entered a room everyone stopped to stare or listen to what he had to say.

If only she could command that kind of reaction.

Holding out the baby towards him she cleared her throat. “Dead will you take Sparrow my arms are getting a little tired.” It was a lie. As a vampire she rarely ever got tired. Perhaps mentally she did but physically she could rock that baby for hours.

This was just a test to see how well he did with the baby.

Jackal’a own eyebrow a shot up. Red eyes glaring at Jorge with a light growl deep in his throat.

Maria’s head snapped around and she glared at her son. “I am sure Jackal would be pleasantly fond to allow you to hold the baby. After all he is tired and needs some help. Such is the life of a father with newborns.” Her eyes narrowed to slender red slits as she stared down her son.

The white haired male slumped back in his seat with a freak and crosses his arms over his chest. He obviously wasn’t fond of Jorge. Especially not with his mother and especially not with holding his daughter. “Fine…” his voice was low and me gruff with the heavy hint of danger and warning.

Lady Amria turned back to Jorge with a pleased smile. “See? He agrees. Make sure you mind her head.”

She watched him closely. Not only to make sure he didn’t stop Sparrow but to gage the reaction on his face. They had been together a relatively long time and yet the topic of children always seemed to just never be discussed. Leaning forward so she could catch his eye she smiled. “It suits you.” She was being truthful. Although he looked super nervous him holding that baby awoke a new feeling in the vampire.

A longing.

Brushing back her long white hair Amria glanced around. She was surprised that no one else had really shown up yet. “ I see everyone else is fashionably late.” Sitting straight up again she wondered if her father was ever going to come out to talk to them. She wanted him to see their precious Sparrow.

Mina entered the temple quietly, he uncle had become somewhat of a sore subject to her mother in the past. It had been a long time since then and her mother had gone away to rest leaving her in charge now. She hoped to try and mend any past trouble but that would be a matter for another time. Today was a day to feast and meet the newly extended family. It would be nice to get out of the lonely temple she now resided in and meeting others would be a nice change of pace. It would just be a bit for her to figure out who was related to who.

The temple was decorated for the occasion and a lot of additional seating was placed around for everyone. A few fae had gathered already and only one resembled anyone she had heard of though she could not recall his name as her mother had left a lot of info out. (Thorne) Stepping forward and taking a seat near the lesser populated area, she started watching to see what events unfolded as she waited for her uncle to appear.

"Hmm?", Jorge slowly lifted his head to look at his wife. "No, not at all.", he told her. Then, turning his head in the direction Amria was looking, he spotted the 'she' she had mentioned. His brow furrowed as he tried to place her, but then he realized he'd never seen her before. Unconsciously, he adjusted Sparrow, making sure she was tucked securely, pulling her just that much closer to him. Looking back at the baby he mused, "Perhaps she's from the other side of the family."

Christabella arrived at the temple in style, leading a troupe of followers (actually just her oddball family) and brushing past anyone who got in her way without batting an eyelash. She was here, she was gorgeous and she was finally getting the recognition she deserved as the daughter of a God.

Sweeping into the dining room, she eyed the current guests and seating arrangements. Smiling a smug little smile, she led the way to seats that would be closest to the head of the table, without actually taking a seat away from her Father.

Yes. This was appropriate. She was glad everyone recognized that this is where her family belonged in the order of things and had left these seats empty for them.



Christabella had a faekat in a sheet ghost costume following her. It did not sit but sort of...hovered behind her chair. Just standing there. Just watching.