[h1][color=f26522][center]Lorelai Von'Strauss[/center][/color][/h1]

Lorelai heard Vespa arrive before she saw her sweet.  She recognized the sound of her even, brisk stride on the stone floor of the castle.  As she turned to greet her love something amazing happened,  it always happened but that didn't not diminish her awe.  The small knot of worry in her stomach,  and the wound from Medusa's earlier words,  dissolved completely in a wash of heart flutters and warmth.

Vespa was beautiful,  her midnight black hair,  deep sapphire eyes,  and her petite frame that belied a tremendous will.  She was the picturesque image of the up and coming witch,  studious, brave, and constantly working to hone her talent for blood magic.  She was gracious and kind to her sisters, alway ready to lend a helping hand, and a terrifying scourge of hunters that sought to threaten the coven.  Perfect,  if one needed the short version.

Lorelai was crazy about the other witch,  but no one needed to know that but Vespa.  She suppressed the urge to shower her lover with affections that were ill suited for public.  Instead she flashed Vespa a rare, for anyone else, open grin,  and offered her the seat next to her.

[color=f26522]"Vespa,  my sweet,  please sit.  I've missed you,  but I always miss you when you're out."[/color]  Lorelai's cheeks colored slightly,  Vespa sometimes made her feel like a maiden.  [color=f26522]"Genoveve and Laina here have just agreed to gather the reagents I need to renew our wards.  How was your walk?"[/color]

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