[h1][center][color=violet]Clairemont[/color][/center][/h1]

[color=violet]"Word is pretty little Alice is all set to take care of that pest of a stray."[/color] Claire purred as she shimmered into view behind Pan. She trailed one finger across their shoulders before taking her position behind Rath. She eyed Alison for a second before deciding to leave the issue for the moment. The tension might become a problem later, but if it did she would just have to dig her claws in a little harder. [color=violet]"I saw that posh queen of hers send out his raven earlier before he headed out. I suspect while they're handling that, her bit of London will be completely defenseless. The question is do we stay here and lurk nearby, waiting to show them up, or do we take a little trip to keep an eye on things for her there? It would be [i]such[/i] a shame if that girl lost face because she got in over her head."[/color]

Reaching down to press a finger against the Bishop in Rath's hand, she continued, [color=violet]"Don't worry about this little problem. That brat in Alice's household has an eye for the good catches, but I'll find you something worth your while soon enough."[/color] The way she said the word 'brat' carried no venom, but rather brought a gleam to her eye. The boy was a challenging opponent on this board, even if he had more room to hunt than she did.