The plane from Oslo hadn't been kind to her and her nerves were just a bit on edge when she arrived in Gothik, but she knew that her first destination was too important to allow her to rest just yet. Suneyva drove herself to the Spire and parked near the tallest buildings in the city.
She walked quickly, but surely; her feet never strayed from their path and she reached the Spire shortly. As she stepped into the entry she glanced up and smiled at the Ghoul who stood nearby.
"I am Suneyva Loest. I would like to see Prince DeLarch if he has the time." She shook her cloak a little to help the melting snow fall off and glanced to the nearby elevator.
The Ghoul merely nodded and moved a short distance away from her to speak into an instrument she could not see. After a few minutes and several lingering glances in her direction he moved. "I will take you up."
Suneyva bent slightly, "Thank you," and followed. The elevator ride was very quiet; her nerves jumping within and her eyes darting around to find something to draw strength from. There was nothing familiar about these settings and she should have known better than to come here in such a manner. This whole experience, for she knew what she must do, made her feel like a mongrel begging for scraps. As the doors to the elevator opened once again she steeled herself, straightening her posture, and strode forward with a confidence she didn't feel.
DeLarch stood as she entered. "It is a surprise to see you Suneyva. I do not recall ever having a visit from you before. To what do I owe this honor?"
Suneyva approached slowly, her eyes downcast. "I have returned from Norway and things have changed once again. I had need to talk to my Sire...and with her Sire's Sire who is Gangrel, leader of my clan." She stopped in front of his desk. "I had strayed from my path and the rest has done me well. I come to discuss something with you that I should have long ago instead of sending Jesse and Paul to do so for me."
She glanced up and saw that he was waiting for more. "I knew of a Sabbat presence in the city months ago. My alliances with the Ravnos and various Sabbat clans allows me to learn of such things occasionally. I did not give Jesse and Paul all of the information I had learned, however."
"What have you kept from me?" He took a step closer, moving around the desk towards her and she jumped back, showing deferrence to him.
"I have learned of the location of the Haven of the leader, a Lasombra called Enrique, and of a weakness. He is like all Lasombra; no reflection. It is a serious condition that afflicts him, an obsession he cannot control." She paused, trying to gather her thoughts.
"And his Haven? Where is it?" Malcolm moved a little closer and this time Suneyva backed up against one of the chairs.
"I have been horribly negligent as Primogen. I have not supported you as I should. I have come, not for myself alone, but also for my clan. I offer the alliegence of the Gangrel in this city to you once again. I can also offer the support of my allies; though they might not be as reliable. To prove this loyalty I ask that I am given a chance to prove myself and my clan. I ask for permission to seek out Enrique and his coterie and to drive them out of Gothik, or to destroy them." She glance up at DeLarch once more. "Will I receive that permission, Prince DeLarch? Will I be allowed to prove myself?"
DeLarch stared at her almost wide-eyed, but refused to give away his amazement at such a changed Gangrel. He wished he knew the details of what happened during her trip to make her suddenly so...respectful? Nevertheless, if there was a way to earn redemption in his eyes, she just offered it up to him as a true warrior would a foe's head to a chieftain...and he was pleased.
"By the All-Father, I say thee, yea, Suneyva. Do what you do best." He smiled.
She returned it with one of her own, delighted at his reply. She thanked him with a brief nod and made to leave when his voice stopped her as she neared the door.
"Suneyva?" She turned, a questioning look on her face. "Welcome back. Don't be such a stranger." He lifted up his snifter to her in salute.
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Portions of this story that are in italics were written by the Prince of Gothik, Malcolm DeLarch, and belong only to DeLarch.