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| Arakiel De'Nephilim Location: Sky Reach Sanctum Interactions: @Abroxis @Vague o3 @ArgonianScum @happydeath Mentions: @happydeath @Vague o3 @Abroxis @ArgonianScum Time Of Day: Morning |
Arakiel whitely sipped on her coffee the rest of the journey to the sanctum; she had been drinking it since she was a child. Perhaps it was a due to their draconic heritage for them to initiate their children into the custom early on. Arakiel never truly gave it much thought. It was simply something she enjoyed and couldn’t imagine living without. Three cups a day, morning, noon, and night. Sometimes more when she was particularly busy, and these days, because of the ferals, she was. No one wanted to see the demonness withdraw from the caffeinated liquid. That beast should be kept tame at all times, else she become a danger to anyone around.
“Are you alright, dear?” She asked Shula after the spill, calmly pulling napkins from the pastry bag to absorb the liquid as the girl struggled with the newspaper. In the elevator, she pulled a long pen from her computer bag.
“Things like this happen sometimes,” she spoke with a soothing voice as she passed the pen over the stain, which disappeared. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Her warm and gentle smile could end wars. “Thank goodness for technology, hm?”
Shula reminded her so much of her children, whom she hadn’t seen in 1600 years. She often wondered how they were. Although it was true half demons were long lived, it came nowhere close to the pure blooded. Being that she misses out on watching them grow up, Arakiel’s maternal instinct kicked in anytime Shula came around, and she suddenly became determined to see the girl succeed. The girl would be protected at any and all cost, although it was meant to be the other way around. Before the elevator opened, Arakiel lifted the girl’s chin up.
“Chin up,” she reminded the girl, “and fear not.” She might be surrounded by giants, but she, too, had the same potential as them all.
Nevertheless they were about to walk into a room full of the most powerful among their kind, not all of whom were friendly to the Black Ross Clan. Arakiel has perfected the art of keeping her cool, but her eyes could change into more than daggers if it came down to it.
“Ruri,” Smiling blue eyes greeted Ruri Riker, Ravinca’s Second In Command, and only other draconic demon among them, like herself. “It has been some time. It is good to see you well.” As they exited the elevator, she offered him a cup. “Coffee? Still hot.” Arakiel greeted the others with a nod as they fully entered.
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