#raven 002

where: the met

WHERE: Mirsky residence

WHEN: 15th July, 07.30.

The maid who’d opened the door hadn’t looked surprised to see Masha Vetrova standing there. Perhaps, as Masha had suspected, Raven had hauled herself away here for the last few days. As she stepped in, it dawned on her that she hadn’t been to the Mirsky mansion in years, perhaps not even since a fateful night years ago when she spoke smooth words to a grieving, gifted girl and promised to never lie. Technically she’d maintained that promise, and given much more. Elevated that girl - now young woman - to a position of power many would envy. She’s often wondered if Raven ever really wanted such a gift.

She’s sat on a sofa in the lounge, a china cup of tea in her hand and another placed on the table. The maid had also brought up some breakfast pastries before scuttling away to alert Raven of their guest. It’s all very civil and dainty, if not for the actual identity of the person sat, waiting. It’s rare - incredibly rare - that it’s Masha who has to go out of her way to meet with an angel. Usually she calls and is graced by their presence. It had all made sense after talking to her son, but even so, two days was long enough.“You can’t be unavailable for this long. I’m owed a report.” she calls out, softly, at the sight of footsteps descending the stairs. There’s only kindness in her voice, though it is true that her consigliere should not so easily sip away. After a pause, a sip of tea, she adds another gentle statement, “And you cannot run from histories that you do not like.”