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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 951589" data-attributes="member: 9942">Antiquities Nightclub, ManhattanWednesday 11th December, 2003Carrick, Maria, Sabrina and VychtoryaThe music continued with its measured pulse and time trickled past, slipping over the mortals in attendance yet leaving the Kindred untouched. As stones on a river bed - cold, hard things bereft of life, yet disguised just so by the illusion of the motion surronding them.Then she was upon them, with a steady stride comprised of little delicacy but rather intimate of sheer purpose, Maria stood before the trio. The smile she cast to Carrick was as beautiful a thing as Vychtorya had anticipated, and yet beneath it lay... something else. Something colder, more primal perhaps... Like the perfect-crafted lines of a statue's facade. Her eyes, though dark, posessed a clarity that seemed to reach both around and through each of the Kindred in turn as the elder gently scrutinised them."Welcome to America." Carrick's voice was soft and even to the casual ear, but his childe could sense his anxiety, smell it in his blood that ran within her. She extended a slight hand, which he took gently, bringing it up to dry lips. As he negotiated the manoeuvre, keeping Sabrina's weight balanced throughout, Maria's eyes trailed over the child, flickering swiftly across her dress, features, pausing on the ruby red of the necklace. A brow lifted, and her gaze flitted to Vychtorya's throat as well."A pleasure to be here, amid my family." A smooth harmony underlay the woman's words and a distinctly continental spanish accent lifted them gently to the ear. "Of the pair, Carrick, I was ever fondest of you. My first was sheer folly, as you well know." She trailed off, glancing from woman to girl. "And these beautiful things?"Ashton nodded with the air a man accustomed to a conversation oft-experienced and Sabrina felt a little of the tension in his shoulders slacken off. "My childe and love, Vychtorya." He indicated the radient woman with a roll of his free hand, inclining his head just a fraction to Maria as he did so. "And Sabrina Montague, descendent of the Mr Montague I've written of."</blockquote>

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