Thread: Miss Spears for the attn Winters

Leon smiles patiently at Miss Spears. "Of course, Ma'am. If you would follow me." Leon escorted her upstairs. After gently rapping on the door for momentarily he opens the door for the guest. "Miss Winter, your guest has arrived."

"Thank you Leon. It will just be a moment." Amanda smiles lightly at Leon and he excuses himself. "Miss Spears, please to meet your acquaintance; come have a seat." Amanda motions for her to take a seat, "Thank you for being so timely. Truly appreciated. I am the Amanda Winters, author and Primogen of the Rose. What brings you to Lamar?"

Michelle takes the seat as offered, hiding her nerves with a mild smile yet still she found herself making mental notes of the exits to the room.
'Thank you Ma'am for taking the trouble to see me so soon"
She observes the other woman, with her trained eye seeing how the light and shade fall, her pose, what might make a good portrait shot but also looking for the Primogens choice of colours, jewellery and bearing.
Realizing she had yet to answer the question, she quickly added
" Ms Winters, I have only recently been given leisure to seek my own way, I have left my homeland behind and feel that Lamar might offer me the experience and opportunity to show that I can be, would be, a useful asset. But of course that is not for me to ultimatly decide, I realise that my options are few and so too are my aquaintances here. But given a chance I can assure you that I will strive to make you and the Rose proud. "

There is one actual exit in the room, the one Miss Spears entered from. There were, however, three windows. One window behind Amanda's desk and the other two on either side of the fireplace. Amanda smiled and nodded, "Excellent answer. I seem rather keen on it; I suppose. I am rather young myself. Does your sire have a name?" A radiant smile shines from her smooth lips.

"My sire.." Michelle began, not hiding the scorn very well in her voice "..my sire went by an assumed name of Millarcus Cambai, if he still exists to this night, I know not. I may owe him my becomming but it is to his Sire the Lady Margaret Wessex that I owe far more."
Realizing she may have said more than she would have liked she hastened to explain
"I would not wish to infer any disrespect to him, surfice it to say that he was a complex and tortured soul."

"An artist and a tortured soul can befriend, and benefit, one another often. Sometimes so often, any other exception is rare." Amanda smiles and Miss Spears with a decent amount of respect, "What is your trade? If I may be so bold."

" Your words are wise but I am troubled that his must ultimatly be the fate of all our ilk. But the nights are long and the road longer still."
Michelle smiles weakly.
"I am a photographer, I would like to think of some skill. My former portfolio has long since gone, left behind. Although I have put together a more recent one, mostly nightscapes, architecture, taken around my mentors residence in England, that sort of thing"

"Excellent. That is one of my more favorite art forms, it takes a special skill to be known for it. I have rather considered taking up on it myself. If I can just find the time." A chuckle escaped her clenched lips. She looked at her watch and back to Miss Spears, "If you could be so kind as to have a fine evening without my presence, that would be gracious of you. I have a place to be, perhaps we can get together soon. Get to know one another better. I will keep you informed about gatherings and we'll see what we can do about getting your acknowledgment in our city."