08-30-2013, 07:09 AM
The sound of footsteps behind them echo in the glass sheathed corridor, light and high heeled, and then Samantha emerges.
Samantha is tall, elegant, her black hair smoothed back over her scalp and gathered in a top knot with an elegant clasp so as to fall down her back in undulating ebon waves. Her features striking, skin an ashen maroon, her lips full, her clothing tailored, business casual, dove gray with a voluminous wrap around her shoulders and neck.
"Prince Rasmussen." Her voice is warm, rich. A brief flicker as she examines the other Brujah, but not knowing his name, she does little more than afford him a nod.
Samantha drifts forward. It's been almost a month since she last saw this table with its scarred map, but she doesn't allow her eyes to linger. "I bring news of improvements to our infrastructure and mobility."
Samantha is tall, elegant, her black hair smoothed back over her scalp and gathered in a top knot with an elegant clasp so as to fall down her back in undulating ebon waves. Her features striking, skin an ashen maroon, her lips full, her clothing tailored, business casual, dove gray with a voluminous wrap around her shoulders and neck.
"Prince Rasmussen." Her voice is warm, rich. A brief flicker as she examines the other Brujah, but not knowing his name, she does little more than afford him a nod.
Samantha drifts forward. It's been almost a month since she last saw this table with its scarred map, but she doesn't allow her eyes to linger. "I bring news of improvements to our infrastructure and mobility."