~Unlike many of the older Masters he didn't suffer from technophobia.  Rather he tended to embrace it in bits and pieces as he did most knowledge.  Still though, he was apt only to use it when necessary instead of with the near pathological conditioning most mortals had.  So when he finally bothered to check his cell phone he found not one but two messages from his Faithful one awaiting him.  Listening to the song she had sent he re-read her text message before finally penning a response and sending it off to her.~

"Oh if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black my little toxic flower.  Challenge received.  I will find you before the moon rises tonight."

~Sending the message through the phone he closed his eyes for a moment to orient himself on the deep abiding connection between himself and his chylde.  Well sculpted lips curled in a cool smile as he felt her out in the dark wild night.  Yes, he would find her.  Drawing in her essence like wrapping the warmth of summer around his ice encrusted soul he moved with the blurring quickness of the long dead and was soon on the hunt for Faith Danovan, his wayward chylde.~