[center][h1][color=#FF640A]Vespa Ruvina[/color][/h1][/center]
[hr]She turned around the corner and happened upon the doorway. Lorelai was there, cheeks blushing mildly, and already offering her a seat. Vespa's eyes locked with hers and the Blood Witch offered a grin of her own. She stepped in, hands clasped together just before her stomach in a bearing most befitting of nobility, and her voice was bright and cheerful as she returned her love's greetings.

"Quite well," she said. "Thank you for asking."

But then she broke that most sacred and unspoken code of conduct for ladies. Just before sitting down, she leaned in and gave Lorelai a kiss on the cheek.

"I've missed you too."

It was a quick and chaste one - almost innocent - but there was great meaning in that half-second of warmth. Vespa sat down, and admired her significant other's features: long, beautiful hair of midnight just like hers, but she also had deep and dark eyes to contrast her blue ones that would shine most mischievously on the bed sheets. Oh no, bad thoughts! Vespa blushed mildly, and the development of the rosy tinge was obvious on her usually pale cheeks.

"So you have put these two on gathering reagents for our warding project?" she said quickly, more to quell her blush than because she cared. Her gaze came upon Genoveve, the witch who dealt in spirits, and Laina, the most mysterious member of the Coven. "That is good. With Hunter activity on the increase, but we must make sure of the strength of our defenses. Ah, that's right - Lorelai, my sweet, did your sentries submit any reports while I was gone?"

[hr][h1][center][color=#DBFFFB]Elina Ruvina[/color][/center][/h1]
[hr]The moment the fires were extinguished, Elina rushed to Taran's side. It was clear that the man was no hunter, especially given his clumsy and almost frail disposition. The Blood Witch crouched down near the man - much to Luna's meowing dismay - and helped to brush off the dirt that clung on his clothes and hair. Her delicate hands were working on him from top to bottom, cleaning him. In the end, however, they were quite dirty themselves.

"Oh my," she said, her crimson eyes fraught with worry as they stared into his own. "Are you alright? You are clearly no Hunter. Are you hurt? Injured anywhere? I know some magic. Perhaps I can heal you."

Perhaps she could. Perhaps. She didn't know for sure. Blood Magic was incredibly versatile, however, and if it came to it, she was sure she could heal whatever cuts and bruises he might have had from his fall. If he had burns, then she should be able to treat them as well. Taran was clearly no Hunter as all Hunters were men - adults. In his pathetic state, Taran was a boy no matter how you looked at it.