Sunset found Selene sleeping fitfully in her secret treasure, raising well past dusk to the sound of rain pelting the building, causing her to open her mind to the building trying to determine who had gone with Angel to track the cats, before slowly wandering out of the office biting her lip, "Hello? Anyone here? Angel? Somebody? How many people does it take to round up a pride of werecats?" She questioned aloud.
Mana meanwhile, was still snuggled down in her bed when the rains started, finally yawning widely, ~You awake yet baby?~
~A-are we the only ones here?~ Selene questioned, whimpering as lightening struck.
~Probably not but everyone is probably busy,~ Mana explained.
~It's so quite except the storm.~ The mother to be whimpered. ~He's out in this giant hellhole.~
~They'll be fine,~ her mother reassured her, ~Come snuggle.~
Eventually Selene made her way to her mother, slowly crawling into the bed with her, her lip bleeding slightly. Mana simply drew the woman closer, mindful of the slumbering child between them and smoothed back her hair. "It'll be fine, you worry too much."
"I had a bad feeling about all of this," the older female shook some, "I wanna just crawl back in my coffin and...fuck! Don't tell Ang that!"
"Your secret is safe with me baby," she smiled.
Softly Selene returned the smile and purred, "He think's I'm transitioned to a bed, but I like my four walls."
"Well three hundred and some odd years of habit and security issues would be hard to break," her mother laughed.
The pregnant one smiled some, closing her eyes before letting out a small cry with the next round of thunder and lightening which caused her mother to frown and stroke her back, "Since when are you afraid of a storm?"
"I'm not feeling good," Selene confessed. "I think its cause I haven't fed today."
"It's too rough to hunt," Mana declared, "You'll have to make due with the slurry."
"Or starve," the older one smirked a little, "Starving is good." Selene said as she up to pace the room staring out the window, "No..."
"No what baby?" Mana turned from her position over the crib where she was laying the slumbering infant gently on his back.
"I-it's flooding." Selene whimpered.
The teen frowned deeply, moving over to glance out the window. "It hasn't even been raining that long."
"I don't like this," her daughter whined, "I wanna go home!"
"Maybe you should lay down," Mana placed a hand on her daughter's arm, meaning to steer her away from the window.
Selene followed numbly, "It's storming, it's all floody, I'm hungry, my lover isn't here and I got a tummy ach."
At the mention of stomach pains, the teen groaned, "Lay down princess," she eased her onto the bed. "Get comfy, we could be here awhile."
