Blakeshadow Family/Lullaby/The Pale Lady's Tea Party

The Pale Lady's Tea Party

All is dark, in the void.
No sounds escape the void.
The void is tasteless.
The void the end.
The void is all that was.
To walk with shadows from the void...

Lullaby stares at the moonless sky, nothing is stirring, no leaves blow in the wind. The wind is dead. The air is chilled. The ground is black. It is dark.
A single caw echo's though the night, like a sudden scream shut short.
Lullaby stays on her knee, crouched.
Her brush, her dagger, her tool is in her left hand.
Her dark hood covering her face, it's veil covering her breath.

Lullaby grins, and paints a bloody heart onto the black soil.
"Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother. I pray to thee, and I ask if I am worthy?"
She pauses.
"Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother. I pray to thee, and I ask if I am worthy?"
Lullaby sticks her hands into the blood of the heart and puts her head to the soil.
"Sweet Mother, Sweet Mother. I pray to thee, and I ask if I am worthy?"

Lullaby hears... rather perceives a sound, one that wasn't explained.

To walk with the Shadows from the void...
The void must open.

A sound like lighting cracks though the air. Lullaby laughs.
"Grell, Grell the Red. Murderer from the void.
Blanch, Blanch the Jest. Spirt from the void.
Verdic, Verdic the Cold. Footpad from the void.
Kril, Kril the Vixen. Whore from the void.
The mother laughs! Join me, Blood is to be had. Power to be gained!"

A Dark haired woman gently brushes her bare leg against Lullaby's head.
Lullaby Raises her gaze to see them risen from the void.
A gallant spear man with red hair, looking heroic.
A calm handsome young man with blue eyes, the same eyes gleam with concentration.
A very young blond girl looking at the dreary darkness with mischief in her eyes.
And the Dark haired woman who brushed Lullaby, who looked at her with seductive eyes. And she speaks.
"Lullaby, Lullaby the Pale. Muse from the void.
Our sweet mother, blessed be, deems you worthy."

Lullaby stands and returns "Blessed Be, we all are worthy."

The single caw echos though the sky. And a beam erupts from the east.
The red haired man steps forward.
"I am Sir Grell, that man looking at you from over there is Virdic. The young energetic one is Blanch, and I believe you've already meet Kril.
Now Please, lead us away from this sun rise, so we all may enjoy the cloak her lady granted us."

Lullaby chuckles "Yes My Lord Grell, I have a Canvas not far from here, and we can stay within until our blessed cloak returns."