From: blood_dance	Date: 08/19/2007 22:53:23

Isabella knew she'd been seen. She'd been watching several people down Silk Road in the darkness, looking for unsavory types, people others wouldn't miss if they went missing. Isabella had slipped into an alley, sneaking behind a pair of young men whose blood smelled ripe, and whose actions made it clear they were up to something.

And then someone called out, the boys scattered, and Isabella scowled, and rolled her eyes. She hadn't gotten enough of a look to see if one or both would make a suitable meal or not, and so she was a little irritated.

She turned at the sound of the voice, eyes falling on the pale thin-looking young woman who stood there. "Who are you?" Isabella asked rudely, even though she recognized her as being someone she had just been watching.

	From: dreamsick	Date: 08/21/2007 22:28:28

"Weaver." Morgan mumbled. She didn't like the way she was being glared at, in this dark and isolated alcove. "Who're you?"

	From: blood_dance	Date: 08/21/2007 22:36:17

"I didn't ask your title, Weaver, I meant your name." Isabella's response was short, but she exhaled and softened her words as she continued, stepping forward a little out of the darkness. "My name is Isabella. Sorry, but you ah... startled me just now."

And scared away a potential meal or two, but she could find more denizens of society on which to feed.

	From: dreamsick	Date: 08/21/2007 22:43:33

"My name is Morgan." Her mouth twitched a little. The woman in front of her had softened slightly, but Morgan could still feel the cold chill of a threat from her. "Sorry."

	From: blood_dance	Date: 08/21/2007 22:52:13

"Relax, Morgan, honey, I'm not gonna eat you," Isabella replied. And really, she wouldn't, mostly because the girl was so damn thin and pale - and seemingly bloodless - that Isabella was certain she'd suck her dry at first gulp.

And so far the girl hadn't seemed to do any wrong, so Isabella had even less of a reason to hunt her. "It's all right; don't apologize, not when someone else is apologizing to you," she teased, a smile curving her lips.

	From: dreamsick	Date: 08/21/2007 23:03:20

Morgan blinked. "Yer an eater, then?" Unlike most, this reassured Morgan. She knew she would make a terrible meal-- not even worth the energy to take her down. "I've never seen you around here before."

	From: blood_dance	Date: 08/21/2007 23:07:24

Isabella raised her eyebrows. "You don't take jokes well do you, Morgan? I just meant I'm not going to hurt you. And I come around relatively often. I live over in Hotel Mosaique. What about you? I haven't seen you either."

This girl was so... reticent. Skittish maybe? Isabella wasn't sure. She just seemed.. self-deprecating, that was it. And getting her to talk was like pulling teeth.

	From: dreamsick	Date: 08/21/2007 23:13:42

"I don't come out much." Morgan looked at her feet. "People seek me, not th'other way 'round. I wouldn't've said anything, but you went in my alley." She knocked on the wall, and a door emerged, leading into the cellar of one of the Silk Road establishments. When no one touched the door, the illusion took hold again, and it melted back into brickwork.

	From: blood_dance	Date: 08/21/2007 23:42:28

Isabella nodded. This girl was in fact a Weaver, after all. They had a tendency to be a bit...interesting. Some were off, some were cruel, some were innocent until years of dreamstuff wore them down. Isabella wasn't sure about this one yet; she might have her own category. "Sorry, dear. Didn't mean to intrude. Though that's a interesting hideout you have there."

	From: dreamsick	Date: 08/21/2007 23:52:10

Morgan shrugged. "Everyone needs somewhere to hide. Even if y'not sure you know what from." She ran her hand over the wall, even though the door was long gone.

Summoning some courage she didn't know she had, Morgan looked Isabella straight in the eye. "Is it nice inside the Hotel? I've never been."

	From: blood_dance	Date: 08/21/2007 23:59:20

"if you're the sort to hide," ISabella countered. She had softened a great deal though, and her smile was genuine, especially when asked about Hotel Mosaique. "It's wonderful inside the Hotel, darling. The atmosphere, the people, the entertainment, the service. And the servicing, if you catch my drift. You couldn't ask for more."

Isabella positively glowed when she spoke of Hotel Mosaique. It was her home, one place she felt truly happy. She had friends, even if no one was like her there. They didn't know that, at least as far as she was aware, and there was a family-feeling, a sibling-ship between all the employees. They cared for each other and watched each other's backs. It was the best home she's had in years.