Thread: Guiding the steps of the young (ATN Ms Kensington 11-30-09)

Miranda walked through the empty, silent halls of the Opera House. Opulence gleamed around her as she made her way towards one of the unused player's quarters. Stepping into the room she saw a heaping disarray of props and garments; a great bronze-framed mirror, taller than she was stood near the left wall. Miranda moved towards one of the chairs and pushed aside the mound of clothing that covered it so that she could take a seat and wait for her instructor to arrive.

"Well, it's good to know you recognize that there must be value in your clan because others see it... too bad your sire didn't think it important enough to teach you to see it without help." She shakes her head gently and approaches Miranda, her steps seductive and purposeful... her eyes giving a come hither stare that could make lesser beings melt to their knees.

"Men, kindred, demons and the gods themselves can be made to bend to their passions at our whim child..." And then suddenly, in a blur, the woman is in Miranda's personal space, their faces almost touching as the dead woman's breath brushes past Miranda's dead flesh.

"Blinding speed can be used to run, to rescue to fight and to kill... if you want something, with the power of celerity child, you can claim it... own it." She lingers just a second more than is comfortable and then steps back with a smirk on her face.

"And what I see in your aura now, hear in your mind... there is no secret your body won't betray to me and it is the same for you. But the sight is not just about the physical or even the easily explained mental connections we all make... there is something more if you know how to listen for it." She leans towards Miranda, speaking conspiritorially, "Knowing to move just at the last possible second before something horrible is about to happen, anticipating that which is impossible to know... a sight beyond all natural sight and we Toreador command it."

Leaning back on the wall she speaks as she numbers off on her fingers, "So we can change the passions and rage of men and beasts, move with blinding speed to rescue and maim alike, and we can know what no one else can know even if there is no physical or mental warning ... you tell me, how exactly are they suppose to go into any battle... ever... without Clan Toreador and expect not to just survive but to come out victorious?"