Moonlight Nocturne

She bounces out of the car, heading for the house. "Yeah! C'mon!"

 

Miri catches up at an easy, loping pace, with Nick shutting and locking the doors, then follows quickly. "Remember to knock!"

 

"You say that like I didn't know you were coming."

The front door swings open, revealing a tall woman with dark hair in a braid that hangs down past her hips, dressed in a sport tank and a pair of cargo pants that appear to be loaded with various accoutrements.

 

"Hey Joanna!" Nick waves.

 

"Good to see you, kid. Miriam... and you must be... Elena, correct?" She cocks her head, studying her with bright green eyes.

 

Elena squeaks in surprise and blushes, trying to calm down enough to act with some semblance of decorum. "Um. Yes. Hi! You have a punch dagger?"

... possibly that was not the right response. She blushes more, scuffing her foot awkwardly. "... hi. Ma'am."

 

"....you certainly match your reputation," she smirks. "Joanna Lovecraft, pleased to meet you."

(( roll 4 dice please. ))

 

Right!

Eiditic Memory Merit Activated!

Aside from the links to the esteemed author of the Cthullu Mythos fame...

The Lovecraft family is famed for their riches and business savvy, and you've seen their Matriarch, Madeline, on the cover of more magazines than you can count. Plenty of her sons and daughters, too, with the eldest, Willow, being the spitting image of the woman in front of you, apart from their eyes being different colours.

You're not sure of where they made all their riches, though. Your mother wouldn't let you finish the wikipedia article. :(

 

Elena squeaks. Oh. That explains why she has the house. And the woods. And everything. But if she's a park ranger then ... she doesn't act much like a rich person, huh. Not like the ones on TV.

What does reputation mean anyway??? What kind of reputation does she have????

She swallows, trying to steel herself. "... Pleased to meet you. Um. Do werewolves shake hands?"

 

"Sometimes." She holds her hand out.

 

Elena shakes her hand, frowning with all the seriousness a giddy twelve-year-old can muster.

"... is there a magic werewolf reason Nick wanted to bring me here, or is it just for fun?"

 

"Knowing Nick, he thought it would be fun," Joanna chuckles, then pushes the door open with one foot, allowing a battlescarred cat to meander back into the house with the small red cat in tow.

 

"... it's really cool. Did you make the tree platforms?"

"Um... I have a reputation?"

 

"As a group, yeah. The Boys are gold with their hands... and yes. That you like knives." She winks.

 

Elena beams. That's true. And Joanna doesn't seem to mind.

"... Knives are awesome. Especially since I can't do the thing Nick did with ripping arms off."

 

Joanna chuckles, then opens the door to let Elena inside.

 

Elena looks around wide-eyed. She's pretty sure her whole apartment would fit into just this one room. And probably the shop. It makes her afraid to touch anything, as pretty as it is.

She follows Joanna in, trying not to fidget as she looks for somewhere to sit.

 

A white wolf with blue streaks in its' fur pads down the steps, claws clicking on the hardwood.

Miri, meanwhile, dives onto a couch, while Nick statts climbing up to the next floor.

"Do you want something to eat?" Joanna asks.

 

Elena cocks her head, frowning suspiciously at the white wolf. "... Winter? ... Can you be a wolf and a fairy?"

"... Yes, please. Um. Thank you."

She hesitates, before going to curl up beside Miriam, bumping affectionately into her side. "It's nice here."

Kind of terrifying though. The shop is full of fragile things, but she knows it, and she knows how to fix it. This is just... fancy. She's pretty sure that's why she's so on edge, anyway.

 

The white wolf looks over, grinning wolfishly, and breathes out a puff of snowflakes.