Timestamp: 12 Dyo (Spring), 81382 Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1341Mori Geneva</a> In Character Hell had no fury like this blue Anubi, one could literally feel the burning rage from her as she stomped by, a crumpled sheet in hand. Why was she so mad? - no-one dared ask. Mori Geneva, was by no means unattractive, but with her face contorted into this rage she was in, 'dragons could be seen backing off a little despite her soft looking exterior. Mori had just recieved word of her marrige, an arranged marrige to find her 'suitor' for life. She hadn't heard from her parents since she was six, how dare they! She still hadn't seen them, no doubt they would be getting some assests for their daughter. It made the young femme feel cheap. Something she had never felt like before. Despite this, she dressed quaintly, the warm weather demanded more fur on show, and if she was to stop growling and baring her teeth, well she'd be rather pretty. Mori rounded the corner swiftly and sharply, her light yellow dress fluttering to a stop at her mid thighs. The large pink flower design weaved up from the right hem to her waist before her black biker jacket hid the rest of her shape. Her 'suitor' waswaiting behind these doors, the sign was for the Rloa restaurant. A nice place she thought, but the reason she was coming here angered her. Morichai wasn't for sale. Breathing deeply, she pulled the tracesof anger from her face into something a little more acceptable for entering a building with others, when she opened the doors, for a smallmoment she lost herself in the tanks lined across the walls, anger forgotten for beauty. A cough interuptted her daze,, and looking at the owner of the hack, she frowned once more. <span style='color:purple'>"I have a reservation, Its under the name Loth" </span> She said curtly, the waiter ignoring the tone, pranced over to a leather book beforemotioning for her to follow him. The Arden had offered to take her jacket, but she had taken it off herself and merely handed it to him with another frown. She silently wished him a horrible painful death should he mess her jacket up but retained the thoughts with a poker face of sorts. Sitting on semi-circular seat, she noted that the yellow of her dress matched the peachy material of the furnishings, something which for a strange reason calmed her. Still holding the crumpled letter, she stared at the tank beside the table, for the moment, waiting for the other to arrive. She was going to find out what this was all about, even if it killed her.
Cazian had yet to visit this city, but when he did he amazed at all the people. He had come here looking for a clue. He was hoping that idle rumors or tavern gossip would give him a clue as to where to find the most elusive Anubi temples. So he began with the basics, taverns and restaurants. After trying many of the lower class bars Cazian found himself in the Rloa restaurant. He had waved the host away saying that he could sit himself. His eyes scanned the room for any who were potential travelers, treasure hunters, or myth chasers. He was circling through the restaurant and eventually decided to go back to the door greeter when: <table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'>"I have a reservation, Its under the name Loth"</td></tr></table> The speaker was a beautiful blue Anubi, although Cazian had never met her before she knew his family name. He followed behind the waiter and the mysterious Anubi. The waiter placed the Anubi at a table and left. Cazian straightened and smoothed his gray silk robe. He didn't know what this female had to do with him but he was going to find out. He approached the table with what he thought was a welcoming smile on his face. "Greetings my lady. I am Cazian Loth. It seems we have a reservation. As strange as it seems this reservation is news to me. So what brings you here to meet me?" Cazian sat and stared at the Anubi intently hoping to discover why he was here.
Her eyes seemed to nnarrow once he had spoken. This was the exact name of the male that was listed in her letter. He seemed to be as clueless as her though, it was pure luckk that he has actually come to this bar in the first place. Supicion was etched in her mind. But because he was being polite, and he was also half the mystery in her letter, she motioned for him to sit. <span style='color:maroon'>" Maybe you should have a read of this..." </span> She said pulling out a crumpled, but clean letter. sliding it across the table to him she waited for him to open it and read. This letter said that she was to marry this fellow, something she would refuse no matter how perfect the other seemed. She would decide her partner when she was ready. And for her parents to suddenly send her something like this.... it was typical of them. They had only ever been interested in her for their own gain. <span style='color:maroon'>"According to this, i'm supposed to become your wife, you seriously don't know about this?"</span> Skeptical was suddenly her middle name. Was this some sick prank played by someone? It had their family emblem on it, so it was legit surely, maybe he would know more than her? Maybe he knew her parents? Questions, questions, questions and not one answer for them.
Cazian sat and read the letter. He had no recollection of this woman. She wasn't of his tribe. "I do know that some children in the tribes have arranged mates but the children are told at a young age, before maturity, who their partnered up with. This seems sudden and very untraditional, I dare say even dishonorable to the traditions." Cazian stared at the other Anubi. He was as shocked as she to hear this. "I don't even know if my family is aware of this and if they are they have had no way of contacting me. It does seem too out of place. I suggest we investigate this matter quickly. Not to be rude but my ambitions and goals don't leave room for marriage. We can do three things; one to track down your parents and see what they have to say, or see if my parents know anything about this or track down the source of the letter and see if it's true or some prank." Cazian thought for a moment... sniffed the letter and thought again. "I opt for the third choice. This letter has no traces of my families scent and I assume this seal is of your family. What do you wish to do?" Cazian sat back and composed himself. He was confident that they could unravel this mystery.
