Helene awoke with a slight start. She was sprawled out on the queen size bed like a cat lazing in the sun. Her pale eyes searches the space around her for clues of her location. The room was very large, painted baby blue with gold blooming floors implanted in the walls. There were a  number of cloud white doors that lead into a bathroom and a walk in closet. The set of double doors were open and Helene noticed a lavender sitting room. She lets out a small cry of delight as she recognizes the room she had woken in. Of course Helene was at the manor! She had stumbled into her true home only moments before dawn just this morning. It had been almost a year since Helene had walked the halls of her home, but she had grew a little bored of traveling and had finally returned. She had been in a bit of a daze, so Helene was uncertain if anyone knew she had returned. With a  small excited giggle, Helene sprung out of bed, removing her thin nightgown as she approached her closet. She  selects a silk blue dress with white lace that fell just short of her knees. Her pale yellow curls are pulled into a simple up-do and a few strands of hair escape and fall around her face. Her innocent appearance matched the bliss Helene was feeling to be home. 
 
The bright decorations gave way to a more dark and subtle tone as Helene heads downstairs. Silence greats Helene as she walks through the first level of the manor. She could sense the coven within the walls of her home, but they seem to be gathered somewhere. She follows her senses, traveling deeper into the home until she is at the edge of a stone hallway. Voices carry down the hall, Evelyn and Teayang are among those speaking, along with two newcomers. With her body pressed against the cold stone, Helene slowly creeps toward the room with a wide smile. There could be only one reason to be gathered with these newcomers, they were newborn. Children, young and bright eyed, reborn onto this beautiful world. Helene loved when there were newborns around. Helene heard the female inquire about others in the manor, a perfect entrance. 

“Oh, my lovely, there are so many of us.” Helene appears to puur the words as she appears in the doorway. her voice betrayed her French nationality, but she no spoke with the air of nobility she had been born into. She lets her eyes slowly take in the new women, as if she was drinking in her essence. She was strong, Helene could already tell that. Her strong gaze switches to the new male, a little more shy than the girl, but Helene could see the intelligence lurking in that gaze.   Helene steps out of the doorway so she could join the others. “Hello, I am Helene.”