Diana Hawk
Ireth
Ass't Principal; Head of Shapeshifters
You told I had the eyes of a wolf; search them and find the beauty of the beast.
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Post by Diana Hawk on Mar 8, 2010 20:10:39 GMT -5
Diana hurried into the auditorium and looked around, wondering where Smoke could be... probably in his office, if he wasn't anywhere in plain sight. Or possibly backstage. Or hiding among the seats. Hmm.
Well, if he was here and expecting her arrival, she was sure he would come and find her. She walked slowly up an aisle between rows of chairs, still looking all around her.
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Post by Smoke on Mar 17, 2010 22:21:38 GMT -5
As Diana was looking, the curtains parted and the stage lights came on. They cycled slowly through a number of colors, each one revealing a painted scene of stylized people in scenes of surprise, curiosity, and mystery, passing away as the next color came up.
After blending through the rainbow once or twice, the lights in the room dimmed and then died, leaving only a single spotlight illuminating a folded piece of paper falling onto the stage and a handful of helpful bright spots in the aisle between the door and the stage.
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Diana Hawk
Ireth
Ass't Principal; Head of Shapeshifters
You told I had the eyes of a wolf; search them and find the beauty of the beast.
Posts: 262
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Post by Diana Hawk on Mar 17, 2010 22:52:14 GMT -5
Diana looked up at the sudden burst of colored light, smiling as her attention was directed toward the stage. She smiled, then grinned as a spotlight illuminated a small piece of paper falling to the stage from somewhere above. Ah, Smoke. Ever the dramatist. What a man.
She hurried up the aisle and onto the stage, picking up the paper and unfolding it. As she had expected, it was yet another riddle. She stood for a while in the warm spotlight, pondering over the cryptic message:
Step along softly, and answer me this: Where did a tempest lead into a kiss? Meet there a healer you know very well, Holding a riddle she wishes to tell.
Diana smiled. Well, that was easy enough, she thought, recalling a tender moment she and Vincent had shared in the library one stormy night in October, while reading The Tempest. Only Vincent would know about that. The person mentioned in the second half of the riddle was all too easy to figure out -- Ellie, of course.
Looking around in case she could catch a glimpse of Smoke somewhere, Diana headed offstage and toward the door, tucking the note into a pocket of her jacket. Her curiosity was growing by the moment. Where was this quest going to lead her in the end?
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