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Now that he's had the weight of twenty-five thousand years lifted from his shoulders, Saetan has found he has also been relieved of the weight of being one of the demon-dead. He's stepping out into the sunlight, in the middle of the day, feeling the warmth of the full sunlight falling on the golden-brown skin of his face.

Morgana might spy him roaming the gardens, this tallish, lean figure in a white, open-necked shirt, loping along with an easy grace, almost wolfish in his gait, but not a predator, not entirely. He has the air of someone who could be a predator, if he needed to be, but who keeps his fangs and claws hidden and sheathed, out of deference to the folk about him...

It might have taken a little while to repair the Shields woven into the ring that Sugar had entrusted to his care and tending: Karla's Craft is a bit different from his, given her nature as a Healer and a Queen, and he has to take care not to disrupt the core. But he's able to restore the Shield, enhancing it, given that his Black Jewel outranks her Birthright Sapphire and the Grey she had received at her Offering ceremony. To his senses, the ring hums with Craft energy, a sign that it is strong enough to protect the landen lady to whom it belongs.

It might be some evening, just after sunset, when he emerges from his suite on the north side of the house, looking for the young woman who sought his counsel. And he's also keeping an eye out for her young daughter, to whose uncle he promised he would look out for them both.

Looking for Sophie Rackham and her mother: but if anyone else would like to say hello to the old geezer, feel free to tap the typist!

It's a cold winter night, a wind whistling outside the windows and moaning in the chimney, not hard enough to blow the smoke back down, thankfully.

Since his conversation with Galadriel and the Merlin, Saetan has been spending much of his time roaming the halls of the Mansion or its grounds, looking for ideal anchor points from which to start weaving his wards: they won't be quite the same as his daughter's would have been, but they will have the mark of an experienced magic user. But tonight, he's resting from his labors and enjoying a glass of yarbarah, warmed by a bit of witchfire.

Title taken from the sonnet accompanying the "Winter" concerto of Vivaldi's "Four Seasons", specifically the Second Movement Looking for a Niko, but he's open to anyone who might like to say hello.

Do they smoke? Not that we know of
Drink (alcohol)? Fond of yarbarah, the blood-wine that many of the Blood favor
Drugs? None that we know of.
What genre of movie or books do they prefer? Fond of history, but not above reading silly fiction about the Blood, for a laugh
What is their sexuality? Likely straight, but due to being somewhat on a par with the demon-dead, he's not quite able to perform, as it were.
Do they like animals? Has a link with the Kindred, particularly due to his connections with Jaenelle, but landed animals are likely jittery around him