At a first glance she had to say she aproved.
This quiet, easy place, full of the peaceful feelings of old religion felt like salve on a bruised soul. Perhaps she would enjoy coven life after all. She'd found them tedious in the past, to full of selfish ambition, to full of petty territorial disput even bettween coven members to be be what covens were formed to be. A circle of like mind, no sides, all flowing into each other to help one pass the years. If this building was at all symbolic she hoped this coven kept those rules at heart.
Making her way down the center path, bare feet little minding the motheaten carpeting, the leaf-litter, cigarette butts and other dabrie, instead holding her mind on the woodgrain of the pews as she lightly ran her fingertips across the back, taking in the dulling colored spatters of light through the stained glass windows, the sun having just set, having just crawled out of her rooftop hide away. She loved the smell of the place, of dust and old incense, of rotting wood and old books. Finding a relitively intact pew she sprawled herself across it, arms folded behind her head, one leg crooked up the other falling off the seat. She wriggled herself a little, wanting to get the smell of the place into her hair and dress but only suceeding in getting herself dirty. She didnt mind.
With a sniff and a tiny little sneeze she reached into one of the pockets of her dress and pulled out a tatters and dog eared paper back novel, fliping it opened and desiding to spend some well earned time in meaningless self indulgence. After a few moments a rather large mouse or a very small rat crawled up the side of her skirt and sat on her abdomin, staring at her with rampant curiousity. tilting her head untill she peered over the side of her book she stared back at the rodent, questioning it with her eyes. It washed it's face.
Sighing she reached into her second pocket and pulled out a small cracker. Handing it to the tiny creature she listened contentedly to is satisfyed, crunching licking sounds as it devoured the cracker, contenting herself to post-modern fantasy
As the time passed and the shadows grew longer, stained light becoming scarce as the suns light no longer touched this place. It mattered little to her, her eyes were good, better infact them most of vampiric kind, she didnt need the sun to finish her reading. She skimed the pages, taking in it all before the fidgeting of the rodent on her belly drew her away again. With a dramatic sigh she tossed the book aside, not even bothering to mark off her page and stared at the animal, all frustrated, wellmeaning, question. Continuing to hold it's gaze she started to speak to it, her voice soft, the dielect a dead one from old goth but the sound of it was still familar and comforting to her ears.
"Mozi'tre borishito'. Calviotrime'ae, tal mortigo Yacoote ne?"
{Why are you staring. What do you want little beast?}
Yacoote....little beast...a well serving name for the crature that, as now she looked more closely, turned out to be a rather small female rat.
Yacoote stared at her with bailful eyes before flikering her gaze to the pockets of her dress then back up at her again. It disdainfully licked it's paw. She could almost hear the words, but then again, it had always been this way with animals.
{What do you mean "What do I want?" I know you have another cracker in there. I have a family to feed ya know. Dont be stingy!}
She gave a long exasperated sigh again before flashing the rat an indulgent smile, fishing in her pocket for the other cracker. Retriving it she held it out to the rat. Watched her devour it. Watched her cheeks puff out as all rodents did before shaking her head, desiding to question the animal further.
"Tal, totoirme soribote'cala Yacoote?"
{Have you lived here long Yacoote?}
Yacoote stared at her for another moment, thinking about it or judging her worth she could never tell, rodents...well...rats mostly, were a snobish lot. She then spun in a slow circle on her belly before begining to preen her tail with her front paws.
{Oh I've been here all my life...I've always know of this place the way it is now, but my father, when he was very young, lived here while it was still alive and glowing. He said it was lovely, with soft things the steal and crubs of the floor every day, that the odd men in black dresses spoke words to a crowd, would light stinky but sweet smelling leaves in a shiney bowl and that the whole crowd sang..}
Yacoote stoped there looking thoughtful, before she crawled closer, settling herself between the womans breasts, sitting on her haunches, paws raised and curled to her chest, black eyes hopeful.
{Do you know what this singing my father talked about is? He said it was lovely but never desribed it to me, I've always wondered}
Now that took her by surprise. She thought about it a moment before scooping the rodent into her hands and sitting up, holding Yacoote gently in her cuped hands, her legs kneetly folded under her.
"Mir'a.....Bonila covi'n mozitic, bella'mora sorin'mala, hal renite'kal Kamal Aya..."
{Well....It's when you turn your voice sweet and soft like springtime and raise it to Mother Sky}
Yacoote didnt seem impressed. She twitched her wiskers.
{Show me....}
She rolled her eyes but already felt the powerful draw of song, she loved to sing, it freed her mind and soul and for that she gave in to the demand. She rose her voice, soft at first, then higher, swooping and twirling, her voice a deep resounding softness in the air as it rivibrated through the rafters, her voice could be a powerful thing, and if was beautiful, perfect, in this song for creation she sang for this little beast. And perhaps because it was for animal instead of man she sang, the emotion rang even more pure as she continued, to caught up it the draw of it now to stop untill the song was over.
