Diplomacy

by Forn Clakes Sat Jun 06, 2009 5:13 am

Pro 1, SL 2 (Winning Smile)

The Haven had been decorated to their strict instructions and Ruslan sat and watched as Arabella barked orders at the moving people. He smiled at the way she prowled after them, making sure they were not slacking in any way. Ruslan had tried to help but could not lift that much; his own briefcase more than enough.

And so he sat with his computer and tried to get a feel of this city's history. It would seem that Sacramneto once held a few of their kind from what he could read between the lines but since they had arrived, he hadn't felt a single Beast as of yet. It was, indeed, intriguing.

After a couple of hours, when the removal company had left, Arabella needed to take a walk and so Ruslan had agreed, smiling the smile that had won him many diplomatic arguments.

Lets take a look at this new home first hand, he mused, taking up his walking cane and following Arabella from the Haven.