M•Register: Wintermute - IV
And with such dismissal the Revenants turned and left her court. The young woman among them, perhaps adapting an aspect of defiance, strode a few paces from the dais at the center of the room and scooped up the ancient signet where the Matron Vachax had idly let it fall minutes before. As she kneeled, the girl looked up to meet the Matron’s gaze, but found only shadow ‘neath the cowl of her feathered vestiment. The girl then quickly joined her companions, escorted from palace grounds.
Silently, Satreya Vachax faded from her throne and wove-incanted her presence back into a focused point in her private sanctuary.
The Praetorius heir hadn’t recognized her once-betrothed before the glamour-witch took him. That changed some things. The Matron indulged a moment of animal frustration, then just as quickly quashed it. It was no longer a matter. She would find the shape of an alternate hook on which to skewer the girl’s little troupe of corpses. Within the mountain they would discover their loyalties. Within the City Beneath they would find their impetus for war reborn. The Allspyre offered fate-in-potentia, an engine she would tune to her tasks yet again.
Through the signet she watched her to-be knight errants return to their ship and the weave shackle taken from each at once by the Mothersguard escorting them. Their dropship unmoored; the Revenants departed for the city, prized key in hand.
