Tienna Farrell

Tienna Farrell stood next to an open window, her lithe form framed by the moonlight. She wore an evening dress fit for a princes court and her flaming red hair tumbled in thick locks around her shoulders and breasts. She turned as Jared entered and he green eyes were still bright with anger. He would need to tread carefully this night.

He tried to maintain a casual gait as he walked to the small round table next to her bed and poured himself a glass of wine. She already held a half full glass which she brought to her lips as she watched him in silence. Jared plucked a grape from the silver plate next to the wine and dropped one into his mouth, prolonging the moment before her would be forced to risk speaking. She saved him the effort,

"How much did you hear?" She asked.

"Enough." He replied before taking a sip on his wine, it was dry and strong. Too strong for his tastes.

"And what do you think?" She asked.

"I think you are right." He said the first quickly, "The Act risks civil war within the city and the Godspawn citizens would most likely be slaughtered."

"And perhaps you would think that no bad thing after your encounter with the Satyr this evening?" She probed.

He shrugged and sipped his wine before answering, "He was just doing his job."

"And you yours, how did it go?"

"We destroyed the Cerberus radio tower, and got away with some useful Intel. No casualties."

"Good." She emptied her wine glass and handed it to him, "Cerberus rises too high in the city for my liking and this will silence them for a time."

"There is some concern that we do not push them hard enough." Jared risked the criticism, "We could remove them from the game and..."

"No." She interrupted, "The Cerberus have their place as do all of the ancient orders. The Chimera dominate because we seek to maintain balance, we do not push to hard one way or the other. It has always been so."

He did not argue, but simply walked to the small table to refill thier glasses.

"This Satyr on the Watch is an interesting development. We should perhaps make contact, findhis price." She mused.

Jared paused in the act of filling the glasses to slip the vial that Cutter had given him out of his pocket.

"I don't know." He answered, "Satyr are prickly about their honour."

"Everyone has their price." She said and he almost jumped out of his skin as she laid a hand upon his shoulder, he had seen her move, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "If you pour that Bluedream into my wine I will make you squeal like a pig." She nipped his ear with her teethand he gave a resigned sigh as he slipped the vial back into his pocket.

"I promise to be gentle." She laughed as she took her glass from him.

"Do we need fear the High Parliment?" He asked at last thinking it best to change the subject.

"Of course." She replied, "but then they in turn should fear us. It is what maintains the balance."

"I don't think they care too much about balance."

"Perhaps not, but enough about that. You need rest and I need relaxation. Let us serve one another." And with that her arms were about his neck and she was kissing him deeply. Her body pressed against his own. She removed the wine glass from his hand and placed it next to her own on the table before leading him to the bed.

She was not gentle.

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