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From: The Bane of Yorkshire
Lucille watched the far wall with a faint tinge of worry. Jared, Kalista, and Sally had not answered their phones in quite sometime, and Kalista had seemed to bristle at the Ventrue's presence at the Elysium the other week. She tried both numbers again with a frown until the second, blessedly, answered.
>> Hello? <<
The beginnings of a smile shone in the primogen's eyes as she heard the newest Gangrel's voice rather than her butler's. "Hello, Sally. This is Lucille. I trust you have been well?"
>> Much better now, thanks. Is there something you need? <<
The neonate seemed hurried to Lucille, so she did not linger in pleasant conversation, though she was quite interested as to where the curly-haired Kindred had been all this time. "I was curious as to what had happened to all of your esteemed clan. But now that your activity has been confirmed, I need only establish you as my contact with the remainder of the clan, if that is permissable."
>> Sure, I can do that. Anyway, I gotta go...school stuff. <<
"You are certain that you're well?" Lucille asked, vaguely amused at how she was beginning to sound like a mother.
>> I'm fine, really. We can talk about this, ok? <<
"I look forward to it," the Blue Blood answered as their farewells were swiftly exchanged, followed by the click of Sally's phone.
It seemed as if her alliance with the Gangrel had not dissolved after all.