Two figures, stand before each other, the men deaclerd, his voice determined if not a little afraid: "Finally, I've found you". The other figure responded, it's voice being neither male, female nor androgynous. Or prehaps all of those at once? "Yes, mortal. The reason?"

"Fraud." He said as casually as if it was the other figure's name "I have come because I require your power"

The figure's voice echoed : "Your plan to wield it?"

"Rid the world, Purify the Lord's creation, of the filth, of the heathens that think you God."- He recited with confidence.

Unbothered, the figure responded, chuckling slightly: "Ah, such arrogance, almost worthy of admiration. Almost" Before continuing:

"Then, I shall lend you that power, but only from your kind. Although a minor grume could only hope to control it,

Through this exchange 

It was late at night in Ravendorr, still quite a bit of time until sunrise, but the detailed and intricately designed street lights faintly lit up the street as Zarah walked alongside it.

 Evan though from a distance it might look like she is just on a simple stroll, she is actually walking with the seriousness and stiffness of a soldier, as she usually does when she's on the clock, after all, Zarah is currently executing a task from her employer, but even though her professionalism she, clearly irritated, mumbled under her breath : "Why does it come to this everytime?".

 After a while walking in the light night drizzle that would have made it uncomfortable to fly, she made it to a modest in size but rather high-end club and entered it as if she was a regular. She greeted the lady at the front desk, since, weirdly enough, even though Zarah does not like alcohol or clubs, she was here often enough for them to know each other. As she passed groups and tables of fellow vampires, she made it to a group of five friends loudly talking and laughing at a table together, she then approached one of them who was just sitting there quietly,

"Master Breeze."-she declared, in a stern but tired and disappointed tone of voice. He glanced over his shoulder."Zarah?"-he stated, at first slightly startled at her sudden arrival, and quickly realizing it was her. One of the boys, who was standing behind the C-shaped sofa, exclaimed, laughing to himself: "Breeze! Your babysitter's here!" "Logan.shut it."-Breeze replied, not even looking in Logans direction, after that, he overly dramatically sighed, and inquired as to Zarah's arrival asking :  "what is it this time?". This is an regular accurate. Zarah also sighed, although a lot more suddealy, "your presence will be recuaierd shortly" -she explained. "Your leaving already?" -one of the girls remarked. Breeze looked at her and nodded slightly, with an expression that said "looks like it", "guess we can hang out some other time" She added, with surprisingly little to none emotions in her voice. Breeze then stood up, put his hood back on putting his purple, braided hair from his back over his shoulder and while slowly heading towards the exit, he glanced at Zarah and, clearly a bit irritated, grunted: "alright, I'll go with you, you can explain what's going on, on our way there." Zarah nodded, and in a calm but relived voice added: "Very well then"

After walking a while and on a empty street Breeze asked-"so what does father want from me this time?"

 "Your father and his colleges have acquainted new information on the whereabouts of a certain wolf."-Zarah responded. "He wants you and your brother along with a few others to eliminate it."

"really?"-Breeze responded not understanding why such a large cavalry would be recuaierd to deal with a single threat- "I mean, even if this one is exceptionally strong, that still would be a lot of people, would it not?"

"prehaps it's would,"-she explained- "but your assumption was accurate. This one is rather unique, and if I remember correctly, as an assignment from your father, you've looked into him in the recent past"

"wait, is this the werewolf that was recently responsible for cutting the number of active members in the 'pearl' patrol team practically to, like, a third of their previous size?"-Breeze asked, realizing who they are talking about.

"yes, I believe it is." -Zarah remarked.

"but isn't that the one that's almost impossible to track down due to not belong to any single clan and never staying in one place to long?" -He questioned- "how did they manage to confirm his location?"

"If the reports are to be believed he has stayed in the same area for some time now"-she answered, while gently adjusting her red beret.

At that response Breeze scoffed, -"this is gonna end badly isn't it? nevermind, that I'll ask him during the meeting or something"-he then stopped talking for a moment, as if thinking about something, before remarking: "On another note, Zarah you should loosen up more! ...like seriously most of the time you talk like a recording or something."

"I'm afraid I can't. You're at your age, and may not quite understand but how I have to act isn't exactly up to me.You young ones can be so forward with your words."- she responded, with a small note of melancholy.

"No, I unfortunately don't quite understand, but I get it 'respect your elders' and all"-he said, trying desperately to not use the shear amount of sarcasm he wanted to.

Zarah, noticing Breeze's tone of voice declared: "well if this is an attempt at calling me 'old' then it's not a very good one, but considering I am 1117 years older than you should at least 'respect' the amount of experience I posses."

With that said they have made it back to the Rosãmörderé property, and as they were entering the building of remarkably impressive size, Breeze remembered to ask an rather important question, "By the way, when will the meeting take place? I mean, you mentioned that 'My presence will be recuaierd shortly' but isn't it currently about 4 am? Isn't it a bit late for an official meeting?"

Zarah stopped for a short moment, before picking up the pace again and confessing: "That actually was nothing but a bit of strategic lying. The meeting's not until 6 pm. I just needed to get you to come home as soon as I could."

"Wha-?Why would you need to do that?"-He retorted, taken aback by Zarah laying so openly.

At that she argued: "Well do you remember what happened last time? We were looking for you two whole days!"

"We don't talk about that."- Breeze muttered before exclaiming : " also that wasn't 'last time' it was more than half a year ago!"

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." Zarah replied, then after noticing they have arrived at the entrance to Breeze's room stated: " I will leave you be until it's time for the meeting, then I'll come over to get you and Master Eric."

Breeze then nodded in agreement and silently went into his room deciding that an all nighter probably won't do him any good right before a meeting and he should probably get some sleep. Although after more than an hour of fighting against insomnia he concluded that this just wasn't worth it and decided to pass the time by finishing reading a book, this one was about flower meanings. A Perfect topic with which you can just mindlessly relax. It also happened that it used to be one of his Mother's favourites too.

So there he was,in his room, sitting upsidedown in an armchair, as he usually does when there is no one to tell him that it's 'vulgar','impolite' or 'animalistic', spending time leisurely reading about  Malogranaluna lilies, they're such pretty flowers.

Seemingly not long after, the sun has already slowly begin to set, and Zarah has returned to remind Breeze to get ready for the meeting. She proceeded to gently but firmly knock on the door to his room, but she was only met with silence.

"Breeze? Are you there?" She asked, before pausing for a moment to wait for an answer. After not hearing anything she decided to let herself in. She opened the door carefully and had her concerns immediately dismissed as she found Breeze simply asleep, still upsidedown, in an armchair with a book on his chest, one of his wings drooping of the side and his legs over the headrest.

Zarah sighed at the sight of this, although, being aware of his tendency to not be able to fall asleep, she was glad that Breeze managed to get at least some sleep in. This happening wasn't exactly rare, it was, somehow, rather unusual for Breeze to actually sleep in his bed. Zarah simply walked up to him, picked up the book laying on Breeze, being careful to bookmark it on the page it was open on and place it on a nearby table, after that, while leaning slightly over him, she begin to gently shake his shoulder with her right hand for a moment.

Breeze grunted slightly, a bit irritated about being woken up, before getting up dusting off and adjusting his outfit a little.

"Is it time already?"-He asked, still a bit drowsy.

"It will be in a moment. I just came by to make sure you were awake"-Zarah replied, before adding: "I'll go get your brother, please meet me in the corridor shortly."

Not even a few minutes later, Breeze was already heading over to meet back with Zarah, who was standing at the end of the corridor, discussing details, or at least talking with Eric, who upon noticing his brother stopped in the middle of his sentence, and while glancing over at Breeze, retorted: "ugh, finally I was starting to think we were going to be late because of you"

Breeze, at first seemingly ignoring Eric asked their attended: "How long were you waiting for me?" " 93 seconds. More or less."