pris and her search for secrets

Venis and Kahn had been very lucky when Kahn asked for the rooms on the third floor. They had been placed in the center of it all. This made for the wonderful happenstance that Venis, from her desk with her always open door, could see all the comings and goings of the stairs that lead to the third floor.

That being said, when a twinkle of silver crossed Venis' peripheral vision, it caught her attention. That was rather unusual. She knew Vesta, and her love of color. But Vesta never ventured up here. Jesse had gone back to the club at this point. So this had Venis rather curious. She signed the paper she had before her and rose from her seat.

She straightened out her dress as she walked to the door. It was long and flowing and was a light green in color. It had spaghetti straps and was fitted to her waist. But the skirt was full and wavy and if she twirled it would fan out nicely. It was one of Venis' favorite warm weather dresses.

As she crossed the threshold of the door she looked in the direction that she had seen the flash of silver go. She saw the young lady on her hands and knees. She was knocking upon the floor. Venis arched an eyebrow as she watched. She didn't want to startle the poor child. But if Tasha opened her door to let Leviathan out, that could startle her even worse.

She leaned against the door jam and let her arms dangle at her sides. She didn't want to take an aggressive stance. She cleared her throat before she spoke. And when she did speak, her voice was soft and calm and held a hint of curiosity. "Hello miss, may I help you with something?" She could smell the young ladies blood in the air.

She placed a hand over her stomach. Not from hunger, not even from pain, but for some reason. She chose to ignore it rather than investigate it. But something about this girl was pulling at her. She had never met this child before, but there was something about her scent. It was ever so faint, barely noticeable. Which would be why Venis left it alone and moved on to the matter at hand. Which was seeing if the girl would like some help with anything.

Venis watched as the girls lovely emerald orbs never met her own ice blue's. It made no matter to Venis. She had met one before who could not focus on living things for very long. Chances were it was for a different reason, but either way, Venis didn't mind. She smiled at the young lady, not a hint of fang offered.

The girl had seemed to be looking for something. But it seemed like it was something under the floor, not on it. Luckily for her, Venis owned a castle. A castle that had catacombs, sub floors, and double walls. The problem was, Venis had to find the entrances. So she had done something similar to what the girl was doing now, only several years ago.

She But it took Venis a moment to make this connection. She had repeated the girls words in her head a couple of times before it clicked. Venis, in her search, had made the mistake of going around a room several times. First she had knocked upon every inch of the walls that she could reach. Then she had went back around pressing every stone she could. Then she had moved furniture and tried to turn light fixtures on her third time around.

When Venis had searched each room after that, she had done each of the search tasks in each spot so she only made one trip around each room. And given this young lady was at one end of a long hall that went to both sides of the stairs, it made sense to do all the actions as you went along so it was one trip. So that would make move the last action in the sequence. So that made the answer simple. "Yes." She smiled again softly.

She looked around the hall, the girl would need a boost to reach the ceiling if she wished to search it, plus the walls were rather high. "My name is Venis." She looked over her shoulder down the other direction of the hall before turning back to the girl. "Would you like some help with the high places?" She waited. She would only move towards the girl if she asked her to do so.

Venis remained still as a statue as she watched the girl ponder her question. Could Venis have gone into the girls head to see if she was going to find her answer? Of course she could, but that would be an invasion of the girls privacy. Venis tried to be a little more polite than that around most people. Especially humans. And there was something about this human child that was different. So Venis had chose to tread lightly so as not to scare her or bring her harm. Besides, what Venis didn't know about the girls mind could hurt her.

She told herself to breathe because she had forgotten to do so as she was watching the girl. Venis had noticed the mimicking quality the girl had when repeating her answer. It was impressive. Venis' voice was one of varying octaves and timbers, and even more varying volumes. But Venis had chose one volume, octave, and timber when speaking to this girl. Something soft and soothing an of a low-medium volume. There was no need to be loud. And the girl had done a great job in matching Venis.

The girl seemed to have gotten stuck on the question. That was fine with Venis, she had all the time in the world if he girl needed time to think. After all, it was a question that had the issue of trust buried in it. 'Would you' was easily associated with 'could you', as in could you trust me to help you? It also ran hand in hand with 'should you', as in should you trust me to help you? Which equaled would you trust me to help you? And had Venis been anything other than what she was, she would have said no.

But then again. The girl could be considered one of the reasons that Venis was who and what she was. The only reason Venis was here was to protect the innocent. Humans, like this girl. Oh, she was sure that the girl could take care of herself if needed. Of that Venis had no doubt. But Venis' reason for being was to protect humans and humanity and any others who needed it. So could the girl trust Venis? Should the girl trust Venis? Yes to both, but would the girl trust Venis was the question.

But the girl had a different question that needed to be answered first. She had made the comparison between Venis' name and something else. The Goddess Venus? No such luck. The statue of Venus? Not quite. No, she had made the comparison between the Venis who stood before her, and the planet Venus that shone brightly in the night sky. It reminded her of a little cartoon character back on Earth. He was a Martian named Marvin. From the 20th century if she remembered correctly. He was constantly trying to destroy the Earth in his cartoons. Why? It blocked his view of Venus.

This thought as well as the girls inquiry into why a planet had come down to be with people, brought a smile to Venis' face. It was an easy comparison to make, given the English pronunciation of her name. So the smile was a soft and measured smile. After all, what would she think if she thought the planet had fangs? So after the smile she would answer. "Sometimes, it's nice to make new friends." Did that answer make sense? Not to Venis, she felt it needed a touch more explanation. "I can't make new friends if I stay up in the Heavens." There, not a lie, not an admission to being a planet either. After all, Venis was a Goddess, so she did spend time in the Heavens.

And just as it was a good thing that Venis didn't look into Pris' head, it was a good thing that Pris didn't stare at Venis and catch glimpse of her 'bogeymen.' Venis had several, and they were all terrifying, sometimes even to Venis herself. If Venis had a soul, it would definitely be a tortured one. Now wouldn't Benjamin just love that?

When the girl had chose to speak, there was a 'bratty teen' tone to her words. Venis was used to this tone, she had four teenagers at home and there was even one that she was in charge of here at the Inn. And even at seventeen, Jason could get bratty. So Venis didn't even flinch when she heard that tone from the girl. But she did carefully weigh her words to consider their meaning. She had some theories, but that was all they were.

Venis wasn't exactly obligated to reply to the girls comment about friends, she hadn't asked a question. But Venis didn't want the girl to thing that she was dismissing her comment or just not even listening. "I have friends who have changed their faces." Some of them more than once. "But sometimes they are better with the new face." And other times you wish they could just go back to who they were before. But everything changed overtime, didn't it?

It was what the girl said next that had Venis a little perplexed. By up there, did she mean the sky, up near the ceiling, or in the Heavens in a more religious way? The best way to get an answer to a question was to ask it. "Crowded in the Heavens?" The young girls answer would determine where the conversation would progress to. After all, if Venis was misunderstanding the girl, than she could say or do something to upset the girl. It wasn't a difficult task for Venis to upset someone. She did it accidentally a lot.

The sound that the girl emitted made Venis smile. She knew that tone too. That was the 'yea, ok, whatever' tone. She got that tone a whole lot from Giskarl. He was infamous for it around the Jordianthan home. He had started giving his parents that tone even before he was a teenager. She made a note to go check on the kids later. She missed them very much.

Venis watched as the girl got as low as she could to the floor and started telling the floor to breathe in and out. It reminded her of a joke. And her close lipped smile widened. The joke? A blonde woman walked into the Salon to get a hair cut. She fell asleep in the chair while the woman was cutting her hair. So, instead of trying to cut around the headphones that the woman was wearing, the stylist took the headphones off of her.

Well the blonde woman died while she was getting her hair cut. The stylist freaked out. She couldn't figure out why the blonde had died. So she listened to the headphones for a minute. But it wasn't music she heard. It was a man's voice saying 'breathe in, breathe out.' Yes, it was kinda funny, wasn't it?

She watched as the girl sat up on her knees and looked at Venis again. Well, in her general direction at least. She took a moment to stare at the space between where Venis stood and the door jam she was leaning against. From that angle, what could the girl see that had captured her attention? Maybe it was the round, brilliant cut diamond with a ten inch diameter that Venis used as a door stopper? The eighty-three carat monster was something Venis had made when she was bored once. It took her a few days.

But would a diamond, even one that big, catch the girls attention like that? Or was she seeing something else? Was she seeing something that normal eyes couldn't see? Venis looked down for a moment, she didn't see anything from the glance. But that wasn't to say that there wasn't something there. The eyes only see what the mind lets them see. And the mind sees everything.

But then the girl had a simple answer to her simple question. Yes, she was talking about in the Heavens. Now had it been one of her children who had taken that tone when they answered her question, she would have told them to check their attitude. But this one wasn't hers. And there was something about this girl that made Venis believe she was different. But different was sometimes a good thing. And Venis believed this to be the case this time. This girl was more than different, she was special.

So because of those two factors, Venis let the tone slide. She just moved on with the conversation as if neither of the tones the girl had taken with her had even been heard. It was just normal conversation. Besides, maybe to the girl, it was. Maybe she didn't know she was taking tones. So it was time to continue the conversation. "It is nice, and not as crowded as it looks." What was Venis basing this knowledge on? Twentieth century Earth's space program.

Venis thought about it for a moment. The girl had yet to offer a name. Perhaps she was a touch shy. Nothing wrong with asking, right? "So, what should I call you sweety?" Sometimes, people preferred something other than their name. An abbreviated form perhaps, or a nickname. Venis wasn't looking to offend the girl, so she chose her words carefully.

Venis wasn't staring into Pris' eyes for her own reasons. Just as the girl saw things that she didn't always want to see, Venis sometimes ended up causing things she didn't want to cause. Venis' mind could be a bit overwhelming to the minds of others. And it was usually when eye contact was made. Sometimes the power of suggestion was stronger than people would think.

So she looked at the child, but avoided eye contact almost as much as the girl did. But she did wonder what had her attention. But, she figured she may never know the answer to that one. Which was fine, after all, a girl had to have her secrets, right? And as the girl returned to her search, Venis watched.

But then something unexpected happened. The girl looked into her eyes. Had she not looked away as fast as she did, Venis would have. But the girl had said 'not that'. She knew she meant the calling her sweety thing. Which was fine by Venis. Then the girl rattled off a list of other nicknames that she didn't like. So Venis, who was again dismissing tone, simply responded. "Ok, no problem." And watched her continue.

It was a brief moment before the girl volunteered her name. Pris. That was a very lovely name. And she said that the floor knew her name. That could be purely possible. "I like your name. It's pretty, like you." Venis smiled again. "Now, the floor and I both know that." Her soft words were measured to ensure that Pris didn't get the impression that she was trying to be sarcastic.

She had been thinking that this was going to take a while when she saw the girl on the floor. "Would you like me to check the walls?" She hated just standing there watching. She felt like she needed to do something to help. Plus, if she lent a hand, it might go a little faster and Pris could find what she was looking for faster.

Venis did have excellent hearing, but Pris was very good at being quiet. That meant that very few of the foreign words spoken through the hushed tones actually made it to Venis' ears. Which, to Venis, meant that the were not meant for her ears. They were meant for Pris' ears alone. Venis figured that no offense was meant, so none was taken.

Venis smiled again when she heard Pris speak of the floor as if she were an announcer in a television ad. She almost chuckled, but she didn't want Pris to think she was laughing at her. No, quite the contrary, this girl had some skill when it came to mimic, and Venis thought it to be wonderful. Venis was never the laugh at someone type. At least not any more. After all, once upon a time, she did command an Army of the undead.

So the question was asked about the floor and it's knowledge of beauty. At least that was what Venis gathered from the offered words. And there was he added question of Pris' beauty and the possible flatness of her chest. When Pris said 'boobs' she had managed to accomplish something that precious few had ever accomplished before. She made the Vampress blush.

What could bring a brush of crimson to the face of the undead? Well, she looked down for the briefest of moments because of Pris' comment. Venis had never made a conscious thought about how boobs attracted the opposite sex. It wasn't that Venis hid hers away, quite the opposite. Even now, they were presented in a manor that could be found attractive to males. It was just not something Venis thought about. She wore whatever she was in the mood to wear. Whatever felt comfortable when she put it on.

So when Pris looked at Venis, she would see the blushing red-head looking up from her own, more than ample, bosom and begin to answer her. "Perhaps what the floor thinks is pretty is anything that isn't flat." Wasn't the saying 'opposites attract'? But to answer her other inquiry, that would cause the hint of color upon her cheeks to spread. "And you are not flat. You are nicely curved." Honesty was always the best policy.

Venis' own ice blues watched Pris as she looked from spot to spot. Venis preferred the bridge of the nose, right between the eyes. That way, others thought she was looking in their eyes. But as Pris looked up at her, she was already preparing for another lock of eyes. In Venis' head, walls were being erected, doors closed and locked, bad things were being captured and put in safe places. It was all very fluid.

And why was this being done one might ask? It wasn't to keep Pris from seeing her bogeymen, for Venis had no idea Pris could see them. But it was still for Pris' protection. Because most of what Venis was locking away was things that would like to get into Pris' head to play, to try and control, to try and mesmerize the girl. And Venis was refusing that to happen. The bogeymen that were getting locked away were because they would cause trouble and try and let the other things out.

So it was almost safe for Pris to look into Venis' eyes. Just a few more walls to erect and doors to close, and then all Pris would find in Venis' mind would be good and nice things. Gone would be the visible traces of the Warlock and the Vampire. There would be no hint of Evil, or Witchcraft, or death or any other thing that goes bump in the night, for Pris to see. That was, unless, she chose to stare at Venis for a very very long time. Because the walls and doors would return to normal after a while.

Pris spoke of stars next. 'So long as your stars don't mind' said the girl. Venis cocked her head for a moment. Was she ...? Sure, she must have meant the checking the walls thing. "Oh, no, they don't mind. They like it when I help." She straightened her head right again. She could hear a stirring in Tasha's room, and that would be a good place to start. Right beside her door, and Tasha would hear it.

Now Venis was a very tall woman. Six foot two in her stocking feet, and today she wore six inch heels. So that made her six foot eight. But that still was not tall enough to reach the ceiling, or even the top of the walls. So that left two options. One being that Venis lift Pris so she could check, or Venis could get a step stool from her room and use it. Smart money was on the step stool being the safest route.

So Venis reached into her door and grabbed up a three step, step stool. The question of what it was doing right there along the wall beside the door was something only Venis could answer. After all, had it even been there before she reached for it? Either way, she listened for Pris' pattern so she would not be trying to listen as Pris knocked and vice versa.

She had noticed the squinted look. She even offered a soft, gentle, close lipped smile. But she looked at Pris' nose, after all not everything was locked away yet. Luckily, enough of the bad stuff was locked away that Pris wouldn't even know it was there within the two seconds of that glance. But then the girl was coughing. So Venis had to ask. "Do you need a cough drop or something to drink?" How was Venis to know that the girl used the cough as a way to distract her mind? She placed her ear to the wall and began to knock.

Tasha had heard the knocking upon the wall. But she had not thought anything of it. It could have been someone searching for the stud to hang something. Leviathan on the other hand, she was the more curious of the two kitties. So she got up and walked over to the door. She sat there looking at the door while she waited for Tasha.

So Tasha got up from where she was sitting, working on some jewelry, and went to open the door. But there was an unfamiliar scent on the other side of that door. So Tasha was reluctant to open the door. But she could smell Venis in the hall as well. So she pulled the door open and held it.

Leviathan rose to all fours and walked out the door. She saw the girl on all fours on the floor and she cocked her head. She walked over closer to the girl and laid down. She turned her head so that it was almost upside down as she rolled over onto her back. She wanted the girl to rub her tummy. The large black panther loved kids, she even hoped that Tasha would have some, someday.

Tasha stood there and watched. "Oh my, who's your friend Venis?" She looked to Venis then to the girl. "She sure has taken an immediate liking to you young lady." That wasn't always the case with Leviathan, but usually with children it was. Though, the young lady was a bit older than the ones Levi usually flocked to. So Tasha just stood there waiting to see what the girl would do.

Tap,Tap, Tap, Tap........ Tap,Tap,Tap,Tap........ Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap. No Rest for the wicked it seemed, because whoever the hell was upstairs had officially decided that people downstairs didn't matter, especially when some people quite literally had brain surgery later in the evening. No, no not Donald. He gets a whole bunch of tap tap tappy keeping him from resting. Shooting up to a sit in his bed the good doctor fumbled about for his walking stick and when he had it, donald started for the stairs going up.


Kerthunk, Kerthunk, Kerthunk... was the sound that always gave way to Donald Approaching. Slowing comming up the stairs on his way to give whoever was doing the tapping a bit of his mind. The ladies upstairs would see a sleepy looking Donald Blake comming slowly up the stairs. his hair hastily pushed up and back of his face, though it was by no neat and tidy.

His Clothes where a pair of AC/DC sleeping pants and a T-shirt that had a stylyzed 'A' on the top right hand side of it. and in plain black lettering "Property of the Avengers." With " Not to be removed from the Watchtower" in smaller lettering underneath it. looks like donald may have been a bit of a rule breaker.

Comming up to the final steps he saw A rediculously tall woman, the girl who had asked about birth control a very large cat and Pris, who seemed absolutely oblivious to everything while she was tap tap tapping on the ground. It was a sight that Made poor Donald look so very very confused."wait... wait, what? Hi, Ladies... Hi... Large cat." A smile to the ladies before with a bit of effort Donald Knelt down near Pris, whispering to the girl."Hey Pris... why are you tapping on the floor?"

Venis smiled as her attention went from her chest back to Pris. That was a rather interesting thing to say. It showed Venis that Pris understood a lot, she figured that it was probably a lot more than people gave the girl credit for. That was one thing Venis tried to never do. She never wanted to look at someone and think she knew everything about them, because she might just end up being very wrong. And that comment showed Venis just that. If she had looked at Pris and thought her a simpleton, incapable of comprehension, she would have been wrong.

Pris was actually very smart. Venis liked smart. So as she smiled at the girl she was quick to know how to respond. "I am sure that if the floor likes curves, it would enjoy a better view of mine." But there was something she had to add to that because she believed it to be true. "Yours as well." She was very careful of her smile. Even a hint of fang could be very bad at this point. So every word, every move of her facial muscles, was carefully measured to keep that tidbit as well hidden as possible.

Venis didn't mind Pris' careful examination of her body. She was very open when it came to some things. She had spent many years getting educations so she would never be bored. And one of those trips back to college had gotten the red-head a medical degree, another a teaching certificate, and yet another time, she was an art major. So Venis knew that there were several possible reasons to examine the human body. All of which Venis found quite acceptable. She wasn't even adversed to nudity for those purposes. She had been nude for medical exams, and as a model for art classes. All of which involved teaching. So if Pris wanted to look, let her look.

As soon as Pris has finished her examination she returned to her search of the floor. And it was a good thing that she hadn't stared, though Venis didn't know that. Because Venis was a natural red-head. And if Pris stared she would have seen through the make up and the body shimmer to find all those story telling freckles. Enough freckles to tell thousands of stories. Enough for a series of novels. And a lot of those stories would not be pretty and nice and good stories. So chances were, Pris would not like to know them.

But Pris had a request. So as Venis continued her knocking upon the wall, she tried to think of a story to tell her about the stars. Which didn't take much time at all given Pris had given her a subject to build from, in the form of a question even. Which made it very easy, because the story was to answer the question. But as Venis thought of the story, Pris had started her own. It almost sounded like a poem that was evolving into a song as their tapping became a rhythm. So as the two went along in their tap, brush, press, listen, move pattern, Venis would wait for Pris to finish before she would start.

But her getting to the story was cut short by the opening of Tasha's door. Leviathan exited the room and Tasha occupied the doorway. This momentarily distracted Venis because she wasn't sure about how things would go between Pris and Leviathan. Tasha asked her a question, but Pris had seemed rather reluctant to give her name to Venis, so Venis figured she would let Pris tell her if she wished to. She watched as Leviathan tried to get Pris to give her attention. She almost chuckled as Pris moved around the large mass of black fur and just kept going. So to reply to Tasha, Venis simply stated what she knew to be fact. "We are searching." For what, Venis had no idea, so she didn't say.

She turned and returned to her tap, brush, press, listen, move as Pris continued with hers. But it was only a couple of steps before someone was coming up the stairs. Any other time, this hall was like a ghost town. All of a sudden it was a HUB of activity. Venis turned as the *kerthunk* turned into a voice. It was a man. Venis smiled at the man as she looked him over. She avoided his eyes too. She noticed that he was in sleep wear. She was an AC/DC fan so the pants had made her smile. But the shirt, she knew who the avengers were, and wasn't Thor one, or at least had worked with them somewhere along the line. This man screamed of Earth and Venis had a brush of homesickness because of it.

When the man said hello to the ladies, she wasn't sure if he had meant all three of them or just Tasha and herself. Either way she nodded to him politely. "Hello to you sir. I am sorry if we woke you." She had no idea that he would have things to do later, but that didn't mean she wasn't sincerely sorry for disturbing him. She watched as he moved to Pris after also greeting Leviathan. Yet another thing that made Venis smile. And she knew that as he approached Pris there would be some sort of reaction from Levi. So she returned to her tap, brush, press, listen, move. But out of the corner of her eye, she watched the interactions of those around her. Making sure that she split her attention so she wouldn't accidentally miss whatever it was they were searching for.

Tasha watched curiously as Leviathan tried to get the girls attention, and as the girl just moved around her. Well, that was definitely better than tripping out because a panther wants to play with you. Venis didn't answer her, and the girl had not even looked up. So what ever they were doing had to be important. Far be it from Tash and Levi to get in the way.

But then Venis said something. They were searching. And from the looks of it, the searching involved listening as Venis kept putting her ear close to the wall as the girl was also doing to the floor. This gave Tash an idea. She was just about to share her idea when she too heard the approach of the man up the stairs. His scent was familiar to her even before she heard his voice. So when she saw him at the top of the steps, she showed no signs of surprise.

He addressed them all and Tasha smiled. "Hello Dr. Blake. The large cat is Leviathan, my panther companion. Levi, go outside and play girl." She smiled again as she stepped backwards into her room a few steps. A box could be heard opening as she was out of sight for a moment.

Tasha had introduced her to the man, but not the girl. But when the girl had moved around Levi she had moved slightly too. Now that this man Tasha knew was coming towards the girl Levi was up to a sitting position to better watch him. He addressed the girl, but Levi felt the need to check him out anyway, just to be sure. So she stood up on all fours as he knelt by the girl.

She watched him speak to her and she sniffed at him for a moment. He seemed to be ok. There was nothing noticeably off about him. Well, save for there was something wrong with his leg or something. But that wasn't going to harm Pris. So once she determined his worthiness to speak to Pris she began to lick his face. But then Tasha was telling her to go outside and play. So she stopped licking the man, then she rubbed against the hip of the crawling girl before going over to rub against Venis' legs. Once she was done with that she headed down the steps to go outside.

Tasha returned from opening the box ad had her hands full. "Venis, would these help? They are the custom stethoscopes I had ordered. I ordered plenty. The two eared ones were killing my sensitive hearing so I ordered these. I figured this way, you could listen to the heart as well as those patients who insist on talking while you are listening to it." She stepped from her room to hand Venis one of the stethoscopes.

She then turned her attention to Dr Blake and the girl he called Pris. "I ordered extras in case you could use one as well Dr. Blake." She walked over and handed two of them to him. One of them for him, and one for the girl. "I will leave you guys to it then. My room is open if you guys wish to search it, and if Levi comes back up, could someone let her in. This new door sticks sometimes." And with that she went back into her room and closed the door.

Donald shook his head" no no its alright... sleep isn't really something that we doctors without boarders get large qualities of ma'am. I'm alright.." A firm nod from Donald who gave a small tired smile. and was about to whisper back to pris when where was a tongue on his face. and Donald rocked back standing strait an shaking his head." hey hey there! dinner, dinner... first base after dinner. or, not, becuase you're a cat..." and then there was another shake of his head as of the doctors head. which at this point was when pris pressed the stethascope to his chest." sisxty beats is normal pris, can you count them for me?"

Donald had whispered that to her before looking up at Tasha. "no uh, no thanks sort of defeats the purpose of a stethoscope... supposed to be a bit of sound isolation so all you hear is the sounds within the human body..."and a pause after a yawn." i would reccomend against using them, some doctors I know stuff the metal tubes there with a tiny bit of cotton. dampens the noise but still isolates the sounds."

Donald really did worry for the medical well being of the inn and its residents if this was the sort of medical staff they had on board. and if he remembered after his shift he would most certainly approch the inn's owners about establishing a clinic or something where he could teach lessons on proper medicine. Both holistic and modern. he was sort of a fan of both. Another nod from Donald who stood slowly. pulling pris up with him." as it seems, I'm off to check the second floor.... for something.. Miss Tasha, always a pleasure, and it is very nice to meet you as well Ma'am." a smile up to venis. and a wave to tasha as she left with the large cat.

"Pris, are you going to show me how it is I'm supposed to check the second floor?" already taking a step down the stairs, weight put down on his walking stick. trusty old walking stick. With it Thor protected him from many things, mental and physical assaults, mind reading. and even a nice morning headache that probably wouldn't be going away for a while if he was going to be searching for hidden tunnels

Venis nodded to the man who mentioned Doctors Without Borders. She knew of the program, she just hadn't known that it had extended it's reach to Rhy'Din. Learn something new, right? She stifled a laugh as he told Leviathan dinner before first base. That was funny. But Pris' reaction was even funnier. She looked like she was ready to face the large cat in battle. She watched as Leviathan headed downstairs to try and get outside while Tasha returned to her room. She looked at the stethoscope and arched an eyebrow. She figured she could find some use for it. She hadn't practiced medicine in nearly a hundred years. And she honestly didn't need it to tap the walls, though, it would help for appearance sake.

She heard Pris talking about the channel she had been watching and how it had spoke of hidden tunnels and such. Venis couldn't help but smile. She figured there was something up with the building given how quick and easy it was to expand it. But given who and what she was, she figured that secret passageways were not the answer. On the other hand, Venis had her trunk. Tasha playfully called it her portable portal. And maybe she would be able to show it to Pris. She could even have one made for her if she wanted it. She had gotten lost in that thought, but she was snapped back to attention by Pris.



She had told her that this floor was hers to tap, and that the Doctor was going to get to do the second floor. She had to grin then. It seemed like the only thing that the Doctor wanted was to get some sleep. But, Pris had other plans for him. Venis had to smile. So in response to Pris she spoke. "Will do. If I find anything, I will let you know." She nodded matter-of-factly. And as they were leaving the Doctor said his goodbye's. "It's Venis Dr. Blake. And it was a pleasure to meet you, sorry again for waking you. Enjoy your day, the best you can." She smiled again.

Once they were headed down the stairs and out of site, Venis went to work doing as she had been asked to do. Only, her method was a bit quicker. She started over near where Pris had started. She arched and eyebrow as she knelt down to knock once and then listen. She pressed with her foot as she knocked the wall and pressed and listened. She was following all the rules, but she was using both hands and feet to move it along faster. And when she got to the point where she couldn't reach? She levitated. Which as an afterthought, given Pris thought her to be a planet, might not have startled the girl so much.

She did the entire hall way and every room except for Inion and The Marques rooms. They were not answering their doors and she chose to not intrude by using other means to check. She had found a small treasure chest she had misplaced, one she would give to Pris. After all, the baubles within it fit the girl's nature, from what Venis had seen at least. It was a small antique box size 12"L x 8"W x 12"H. Front latches leather handle. Perfect for personal treasures. And it came pre-loaded with treasures from Venis. She would give it to her as soon as she went to report on her findings. Because she intended to report her trunk. Sort of.