Homeward Bound

[Elizabeth]

Lisa McNally: Lisa rode in the back of the Limo her head resting back, every now and again her fingers would raise and lightly trace the new scare that went along her chin. It no longer hurt but the fact the man got that close annoyed her greatly. Months she had been gone, a deal she had made with the former agency her father had run. They had finally located her missing aunt. Years being a captive concubine for the leader of a group of arms dealers. She saved the aunt, but the woman was so far from who she once was. Lisa wasn't sure if it would of been nicer to kill the woman. The Limo pulls up outside of the compound. Liisa pulls the leather bag over one shoulder. Moving the hair that had grown near her waist. The blonde so light it's nearly white, the tips blue.* Miss would you like me to help you to the door? * Turning dark sunglasses eyes to the window the driver spoke through.* Nah man I can walk this whole city without help. * Grabbing her staff she reaches for the door. With no other words, she head into her home, which she missed more than she thought he would. Taking long breaths she inhaled the scent of her family.

< Elizabeth Naarc > “Elise!” Elizabeth’s voice could be heard from somewhere within the home, shrill and booming as she called for her thrall. “You almost let the orchids die!” Elizabeth’s tiny, fast and heavy footfalls echoed throughout the large, semi-empty home as she searched high and low for the woman that was trusted with something so special and sacred to the Telepath woman.

“How very disappointing.” Elizabeth muttered before shaking her head and sighing. Elise had probably seen her not so handiwork and bolted before Elizabeth saw it. We will speak when you return to the tower. Elizabeth tapped into the young woman’s mind as she sat down on the couch located in the third floor and went back to making Shamus’ dog a small quilt.

Lisa McNally: Lisa let a small smile cross her lips at the sound of her sires voice. Moving toward the elevator she went in search of her. "Liz.. Liz.. Liz... You know this obsession with all things plants is unhealthy." She nearly sung each word, letting her voice echo in the halls. Her finger went once more to the scar, it had already shrunk, the fact it still showed so much a sign on how bad a wound it had once been. Reaching the floor Liz's scent was strong she stepped closer, then leaned against the wall. Her body in total ease. The smile still tugging at the corner of her mouth

< Elizabeth Naarc > Elizabeth heard her name being repeated in multiples, the voice nearly singing her name and the woman smiled. It sounded so familiar, but it seemed almost impossible to believe that the voice belonged to her chickory. Was she lost within her own mind of wishful thinking, or was it actually Lisa in the family home?

The elevator was moving, a strange phenomenon these nights. There was an intruder, was the woman’s first impression before the door glided open and revealed who Elizabeth thought it would be. “Lisa!” Elizabeth breathed, as her hands dropped the quilt to the side of the couch, while the woman stood. “Where on earth have you been?” There was as much excitement as there was inquiry in Elizabeth’s words.

Lisa McNally: Lisa smiled wider. It was nice to hear her sire's voice. "Oh you know... traveling the world. Kicking *** and forgetting names." Dropping her bag to the floor she moved closer to Liz. "Had a small family issue I had to take care of. Well that and a debt that had to be paid"