[b][color=f49ac2]Maria[/color][/b]

They were headed home. Lucian had left her. Her sire had found her pain a thing to jest at. But she had no where else to go.
And she wasn't certain she would ever sing again.

Then the million dollar question was asked.
"[color=f49ac2]Angry, that is how I am doing[/color]," she snapped then relented. "[color=f49ac2]Not at you. I am angry at men. At that sick freak for doing this to me, at Lucian for leaving me and at my sire for not caring. So to answer your question I want to either kill something or hijack a Ben and Jerry's truck and put myself in a sugar induced coma. And right now Ben and Jerry's is starting to win[/color]."

They reached the Manor soon after. Maria sensed the presence of a long lost sister inside.
Brenna...

[color=f49ac2]Sister[/color], Maria called in her mind, her heartache translating to the mind of the deaf female. Once they entered the house Maria went right to her sister by blood, clinging to her as she trembled with hurt.

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[b][color=8882be]Brenna[/color][/b]

[color=f49ac2]Sister...[/color]

She was shocked to find the mind that called to her was Maria, her sister borne from the same sire. Before she could send a mental reply the female was before her, holding on tightly as if Brenna was the only thing keeping her from falling into a firey hell. She held her sister as the female whimpered and trembled.

[color=8882be]Sister mine... [/color]she thought and broke one of her own rules by searching her mind.

What she saw shocked and horrified her. It was bits and pieces, like someone was fast-forwarding a movie, but it was enough to know why her sister was in pain.
[color=8882be]Sister mine... [/color]she repeated but in a different tone. Instead of curiosity the thought relayed sadness and grief, sharing of pain.

As Brenne held her sister close and made comforting sounds she turned a questioning frown to Alistair, and a look of surprise to Morven. It seemed her gut feeling had been right. Her family did need her.

[color=8882be]Grand-mère[/color] she thought to Morven, a French term from her youth meaning 'grandmother' but denoting great respect to the older woman. Although Maria had always disliked the older female, and the feeling was mutual, Brenna had nothing but respect for the female Brenna considered their ancestor.

[color=8882be]What happen future?[/color] Brenna signed. ASL had a different sentence structure then normal English speaking. She was asking what was going to happen, what they were going to do.