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birthright_rpg2013-12-20 06:37 pm
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Second Impressions
Cian's note had caused Echo to shake off the vestiges of the weird mood she'd been in since the night she'd seen the meteor, and she put the stone he'd left for her where he'd directed her to. Just knowing it was there made her feel more secure.
She'd gotten up at her usual early hour, then had breakfast and did her exercises in the front yard. Sometimes she wondered if her nearest neighbors, the Snyders, ever saw her out there, and if so what they thought of it. Then again, if they thought she was weird, they'd never mentioned anything. That was strangely comforting.
After she did some tidying up, she picked up the keys to the van and locked the trailer up behind her. She wanted to go up the highway to Vegas and catch the Strip before it got crowded. If it was ugly without all the neon, that would make her drawings better, more realistic. She was always looking for ways to expand on her talent, and urban landscapes were good for that in her opinion.
The roads were deserted because of the early hour, and when the hybrid reached the city she parked her vehicle in a metered spot. Dropping coins into the slot, she studied the street. Where was the best vantage point to start from?
She'd gotten up at her usual early hour, then had breakfast and did her exercises in the front yard. Sometimes she wondered if her nearest neighbors, the Snyders, ever saw her out there, and if so what they thought of it. Then again, if they thought she was weird, they'd never mentioned anything. That was strangely comforting.
After she did some tidying up, she picked up the keys to the van and locked the trailer up behind her. She wanted to go up the highway to Vegas and catch the Strip before it got crowded. If it was ugly without all the neon, that would make her drawings better, more realistic. She was always looking for ways to expand on her talent, and urban landscapes were good for that in her opinion.
The roads were deserted because of the early hour, and when the hybrid reached the city she parked her vehicle in a metered spot. Dropping coins into the slot, she studied the street. Where was the best vantage point to start from?
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'Species' was an interesting way to put it, but in Echo's case it was also accurate. Mama said that when she decided to be with Papa and have a child with him, she'd known he was a were, but not that he might pass it on to their offspring. She'd seen the pictures during the pregnancy. It was why she was always torn between her love of kids and her uncertainty about whether or not she could pass it on too.
"I should probably...go," she told Sabra slowly. "The light changes really early because it's winter, and I want to get some drawing done before a lot of people are around. I hope you adjust to this place soon."
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It was spoken as brutal common sense. Either Echo was being polite for the sake of it or, if genuinely friendly, she would likely still reverse course on that expressed sentiment after she had time to think about it. To hope an entity like this would easily adapt to Earth? At best, it was something expressed without fully thinking of the consequences. Especially in light of Sabra's repeated assurance that she was inclined to reshape Vegas as the start of some kind of netherworldly kingdom.
Whether or not something would happen to make Sabra reconsider or even throw her lot in with the mortals, was another question. So far, she was at least helping to rid the streets of its vampiric population.
"You should take slaves," the parting Sabra observed. "They could undertake such works for you."
But with that advice, she was already turning, stepping away. With Echo having declared the need to go, Sabra's cultural inclination was to do just that in an almost robotic fashion. The day she exhibited anything close to genuine warmth, let alone prospective friendship, would be a... Very interesting time.
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Maybe she would add the other brunette to one of her sketches, doing something really random like running through an open meadow. With flowers in her hair. Just to complete the weirdness. It wouldn't be any more odd than everything else she'd been drawing lately.