Daemon had enjoyed a quiet breakfast lost in thought and quite a bit of worry. There were things on his mind and a frown on his lips as his nurse escorted him into the Sunroom. Out of every room in this place, this one was probably his least favorite, despite its bright and cheerful appearance.
Memories weren't the focus of this thoughts, however, as he stopped abruptly three paces into the room, golden eyes widening. There was a faintly familiar presence, a whiff of a female psychic scent that tickled at the back of his mind. A friend or foe? Who was it?
His narrowed gaze searched the room intently, searching for the source. He finally found her, a young woman sitting alone in a chair, looking pale and bewildered. As this place often had that effect on people, this didn't surprise him.
He knew her, he recognized her, and he searched his memory for a name that matched that face. Not coming up with one right away, he made his way towards her, approaching slowly and carefully, as he didn't want to startle her. This witch wore the Grey, and while the Institute limited all of them, it was never wise to underestimate a dark-jeweled witch.
"Lady?" It was both a greeting and inquiry as he stopped a few steps from her, sinking into an acceptably polite bow, his golden gaze locked intently on her face as he waited for acknowledgement.
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Memories weren't the focus of this thoughts, however, as he stopped abruptly three paces into the room, golden eyes widening. There was a faintly familiar presence, a whiff of a female psychic scent that tickled at the back of his mind. A friend or foe? Who was it?
His narrowed gaze searched the room intently, searching for the source. He finally found her, a young woman sitting alone in a chair, looking pale and bewildered. As this place often had that effect on people, this didn't surprise him.
He knew her, he recognized her, and he searched his memory for a name that matched that face. Not coming up with one right away, he made his way towards her, approaching slowly and carefully, as he didn't want to startle her. This witch wore the Grey, and while the Institute limited all of them, it was never wise to underestimate a dark-jeweled witch.
"Lady?" It was both a greeting and inquiry as he stopped a few steps from her, sinking into an acceptably polite bow, his golden gaze locked intently on her face as he waited for acknowledgement.