She sat upon the twisted branch for many hours, watching the streets below. Not a lot was happening near her clubs this night, or the rest of the city as far as she could see. The same gatherings and power plays that had gone on before. Different players perhaps, but the stakes never seemed to change.
Without thinking she launched herself into the air, whirling once to find her beacon. The city lights were too bright to her eyes in this form, but she had learned over time to compensate and pick out familiar signs and buildings. She flew to the Spire directly, wasting little time. It was something she was familiar with and she had often lurked in that area of the city while feathered.
She let the air currents take much of the effort away from her wings and was carried up towards the lighted rooms. DeLarch was home. She had seen many new creatures visit the Prince in recent times. Not really an unusual thing, but her curiosity was raised and the word given to her was "investigate." She was trying to be discreet, something not often credited to the Gangrel, but a trait that had allowed her to live a doubled life for many centuries.
Gothik had always accepted the non-traditional clans into the council and so when the Gangrel began pulling away from the Camarilla she was not afraid of her status diminishing. Staying in place, and behaving, was in the best interest of the Manus Nigrum and her contact with the other Qadi had only increased in the past several months. They wished for her to find out who the new arrival in Gothik had been; no need to tell her which as few, if any, Kindred as powerful had arrived in recent years.
She circled the building once more, crying out twice to be polite; if the Prince had noticed her and could hear her raven's voice, it would be better to make her presence known. Synneve went to ground again, landing near the entrance of the building, and glanced over to where Fiona had loved. She had never visited, too late to make house calls now. She had respected the Ventrue and it took a lot for one of that clan to impress her in any way.
Synneve fluttered to the side of the path, avoiding the people passing, and launched into the sky once again. There was one more thing to do before returning to the Zoo. She followed the narrowing streets towards what was politely referred to as "the bad part of town" and searched for the white picket fence, and tiny cemetery plot. Most residents were buried in the large city cemeteries. This belonged to an abandoned church, which in turn belonged to a small coterie of Sabbat. They had hidden themselves well, but were not invisible to the Hand. She was to contact them soon. She swept down into the yard, landing on a stone carving of a celtic cross, and waited.