Emily barrels past Nigel's assistant barely glancing over her shoulder at the woman as she directs her to hold all Nigel's calls. The red-headed Art Director knocks quickly before marching right through the door and closing it behind her.

Nigel looks up from what he is working on with a glare, obviously about to give whoever just disturbed him what-for, then realises it is Emily with Andy in tow. "My my." He says with a smile as he gets up and rounds his desk. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Emily huffs at him. "I am not a cat."

"No, my dear dragon, you are not." He grins cheekily, even as he comes to a stop in front of Andy. "Six! So very good to see you." He exclaims happily as he wraps her up in a warm hug. "Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence again."

Andy blushes under his acknowledgement, chuckling even as she returns his embrace, squeezing tightly. She has missed him more than she can give voice to at this moment.

He pulls back, clasping her hands, as he looks her over. "I see our lessons didn't take." He smiles at her once more to show he is kidding.

"It's a bit difficult to wear couture when you're pounding the pavement as a reporter, Nige." She rolls her eyes fondly.

"True, but there's no excuse to not look good while doing it." He pulls her towards his desk. "Come, sit. Tell me about you and your daughter. Uncle Nigel must know everything and I assume you also have questions for me." He winks at her as they take their seats on opposite sides of his desk.

Andy huffs at him as she sits, Emily takes the seat beside her. "Cirilla is two," she responds. "Turned two just last week."

Andy hears a soft 'oh' escape Emily beside her. The woman has just realised why Andy is back in their lives, all of a sudden.

Andy digs around in her handbag for a minute before pulling out her purse. She extracts the most recent photo she has and hands it over to Nigel. "This is her. Her favorite food is any kind of pasta." Her face lights up as she talks about her child. "She has a total thing for dragons, so obvious in hindsight." She grimaces. "Adores her Mama, daycare and now, apparently, her Mommy and sisters, too."

"Oh, Six!" Nigel exclaims, looking at the photo. "She is the most adorable thing I've seen in a good dozen years." He looks up at her and smiles. "So much like her sisters at that age."

Andy agrees. "Miranda said as much and I've seen the photos in the townhouse."

Nigel gestures to Emily, asking if he can hand her the photo to which Andy nods. A soft 'awww' escapes the other woman as she takes a long look at the photo before handing it back to Andy to put away.

"When can we meet her?" Emily asks quietly.

Andy tilts her head at Emily, thinking. "If Miranda is willing to allow you to come to the townhouse, whenever you like. We seem to be living there now, for the time being. Why? Well, that's why I'm here because Miranda doesn't like to share more than necessary." She rolls her eyes. "She's going to have to get over that. Anyway, Ciri knows all about you guys. I've told her stories. Hearing about her mother and the people at Runway are her favorite bedtime stories."

Emily is shocked. "Why would you do that? I thought you hated being here, hated us."

"Oh Em." Andy reaches across to give the other woman a one-armed hug. "I never hated you. I had other stu…" She catches herself on the word 'stuff'. "Things going on that I needed to sort through. There were a lot of feelings; over what happened in Paris, with Miranda, with Nate leaving… and I just couldn't deal anymore. So I left." Andy feels herself tearing up and fights hard not to let the tears fall as she pulls her courage into herself. "I ran, to be completely honest, as fast as I could, away from it all. I needed to escape, so that's what I did, despite a part of me not wanting to leave. You terrified me, at times." Andy laughs, mostly at herself. "Especially in the beginning, but I never hated you. I considered you a friend."

The red headed woman sniffs, trying to hide how Andy's words have affected her, then replies. "Yes, well... We didn't hate you either, you silly bint."

Andy smiles widely at her, happy that the two people with her seem so willing to forgive her for leaving, even if she can't give them the full reason why.

"Em, I can always rely on you to give insults with feeling. I have missed that." Her tone is affectionate as she rubs the woman's arm before looking back over at Nigel. "Miranda said I could come and talk to you if I had questions. And trust me, I have questions."

Andy looks down at her hands, suddenly nervous, but then she reminds herself she is doing this for Ciri and looks back up at the man across from her. Nigel waves his hand, indicating she should continue.

"Firstly, what is the Prophecy? I can't find anything in Miranda's library about it. I spent the weekend looking. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place, but I need to know, Nige. I need to be able to protect Ciri. What is 'The Call'? Cara mentioned it, told me I am feeling it but I don't understand how or what it is." She barrels on over him as he opens his mouth to respond. "Who or what are the Others? Cara also mentioned them. They sound bad. Do they have anything to do with the Prophecy? How can I see them? Cara said it was a gift for her family, but I'm only human with no gifts, other than my daughter. How can I protect her if I can't see what's coming?" She finally takes a breath,or several, as she waits for Nigel to finally respond, knowing she is working herself up into a panic and tries to prevent it. She hates that she is feeling this way.

Nigel rubs at his forehead. "I see the babbling has not gone away." He smiles softly at Andy, calming her further. "I can answer some of those but…" He holds up a finger, asking Andy not to interrupt. "Some you will have to wait for Miranda to tell you in her own time. I am bound to her, as are we all, and there are some things we cannot share with those who are not yet ready."

"Ready for what?" Andy asks discontentedly, shifting in her chair with a huff. "Cara said something of the same, and truly Nige, I am getting tired of half-answers."

"Well then, I won't give you half answers for what I can't fully tell you, and give you answers for those that I can." He responds calmly. "You won't find the Prophecy in Miranda's library. The Prophecies are kept by the Lore-keeper of the Clan. That is not Miranda, though she does have a lot of our knowledge in her library. Family heirlooms, mostly. All of the Clan know of the Prophecies though and will be there to help when the time comes. I cannot share the actual Prophecy as it is not mine to give. Only those involved may do so, and The Lore-Keeper or the Clan Matriarch or Patriarch, depending on who holds the title, if they so choose." He leans back in his chair, his mind running over the questions Andy asked and, while he wants to give her the knowledge she seeks, he knows on some matters he cannot. "Now, The Call. The Call comes in various forms. Cara, no doubt explained the bond between her family and our Clan?" Andy nods. "The ability to respond in times of danger to Cara's family is one form of it. There is another between all Clan members. For similar purposes as Cara's. Miranda as the Clan Matriarch can summon those of her clan at will and we must respond. Are you following so far?"

Andy nods again, a pensive look on her face. "I can't say it's not bringing up more questions though."

Nigel acknowledges that. "No doubt. I don't have the time today to go into the full depths of The Call, but I can make time this coming weekend if you like? Dinner, say on Saturday evening, perhaps? I can come around earlier, we can talk and I can meet that absolutely precious daughter of yours?"

"Sounds like a plan. I will let Miranda and Cara know." Andy agrees.

"There is another Bond between members of the Clan that are also Family, such as the one that went off on Friday when Ciri's powers showed themselves. Miranda and the girls were fully aware something had happened, even if they did not know what until you showed up at their door. The one you feel, that Cara is referring to, will become more pronounced the longer you spend with us. You are part of our Clan, but also, not yet. I can't say much more than that at this time..." He pauses to scratch at his chin as he thinks about what next that he can answer. He takes a sip of the coffee on his desk and his face scrunches up in disgust as he realises it's stone cold. He pushes a button on his phone. "Sylvia, more coffee please, and for our guests…" He looks over at them.

"Mocha, I think I need the chocolate." Andy laughs softly.

He turns to Emily, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, please."

"A mocha and a flat white, no sugar. Now, please." He releases the button.

Andy laughs. "Well at least you know the power of using your manners."

Emily snorts beside her. "He can be a right git in the wrong mood when he wants to."

Nigels shrugs. "Yes, so can you." He glares payfully at her. "So, the Others," He shudders like he's tasted something disgusting. "Are basically denizens of our 'underworld'. In terms you might come close to understanding, they are like Vampires but also not. Unlike those in, for want of a better term, Muggle," He smirks at her. The Harry Potter incident is still legendary in their offices. "Fantasy fiction, they are not only out and about at night, though quite a number took a liking to the human myths and perpetuate them as much as possible." He pauses for a time, allowing Andy time to digest this.

When Andy nods at him to go on he continues.

"They can and do walk around in daylight. They do, in fact, survive on blood, and can really only be killed by cutting off their heads. Everything else you think you might know about them is more than likely false, with the exception of being unable to walk into a private residence without an invitation. They also cannot be seen by Muggles, but nor can we under the right circumstances. They are beyond bad news and the reason for the wards, not only on the townhouse, but the homes of all of our Clan, as well as Runway. It is why Miranda was so insistent on you remaining at the townhouse. If you wish to do the research, I know Miranda does have books on them in her library."

Andy leans back and slumps in her chair. "Oh my god, so much information."

"If it helps, you also have the gift of the sight, Andy, even if you were unaware of it." Nigel gives her a soft look. "You have had it since Ciri was born. When a child of the Clan is born outside the Clan, of one who is not Draconic, the gift is given to the mother to help protect the dragon kit. You would be unable to see her dragon skin manifesting if it was not so."

There is a soft knock at the door, and Nigel's assistant pokes her head in before walking further into the room with a tray of coffee. She hands Nigel his and turns to the two women. "Mocha?" She asks and Andy puts her hand out. Sylvia hands her the cup before handing Emily hers and turning back to Nigel. "Anything else?"

"No Sylvia. Thank you. We are about done here for now." He waves her away before checking his watch. "I am just about out of spare time, ladies, as much as I would love to keep chatting." He looks at them both. "I would suggest, Emily, that you take her up to Miranda. It would be unwise for her to find out Six is in the building without doing so."

He gets up from his desk, rounding it as the two women stand up. Andy reaches out to hug him. "Thanks Nigel. It still is not all the answers I need, but you have helped immensely."

Nigel lets his arms wrap around her again, as he looks over her shoulder at Emily. 'Miranda's Mate'" He mouths to the red head, hoping she will understand without him saying it aloud. The red head manages to read his lips and is dumbstruck. Well now she is going to have to lift that bloody ban, isn't she? She rolls her eyes. Of course if Andrea is involved it's more drama for her.

"I know, Andy. I know it is frustrating being told 'in good time', but it is the best we can do for now. We must adhere to what constraints are on us, be they Clan laws or Prophecy Binds."

As he lets go, his desk phone rings. Emily and Nigel look at each other in trepidation. Emily clearly said no calls on her way through; Andy heard her. Both Emily and NIgel know there would only be one person calling his line directly.

He looks at them, asking them to wait momentarily as he picks up the phone. "Kipling."

"Nigel," Miranda's dulcet tones echo in his ear. He knows this tone; it is one signifying she is not happy. "Would you care to explain why both of my former assistants, one of whom is my current Art Director, and my former Art Director are currently holed up in your dingy little office with no calls being allowed through? Also, why did no one think it prudent to advise me of the fact that Andrèa is in the building? Or that she wasn't immediately brought to my office?"

He takes a deep breath, knowing he needs to head Miranda's ire off. "Actually Miranda, Emily and Six are just about to head to you. Andy wanted to ask me some questions first, which I believe was your suggestion." He turns, grimacing at the other two. "I have answered what I can, and I need to be getting back to work myself now, so I will send them along post-haste."

"Fine." He hears her discontented sigh. "Oh and Nigel, join them. That's all." There is a soft growl from the back of her throat.

He is left unable to respond as the call is disconnected in his ear.

He puts the phone down, trying to avoid slamming it. It's not like he doesn't have his own magazine to run, one that must be on schedule, just like Runway. He knows though, that he cannot disobey a direct order from his Matriarch.