She had no idea what he meant about whispering incantations, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. Her wariness was brought on by her lack of experience with the undead, not any fear of them, other than a rather innate sense of self-preservation that was purely a survival instinct present in most, even those without a heartbeat.
"I've never met one of your kind before," she told him, still no fear, or hostility evident, or felt, just the wariness. "Thank you for ... " What was she thanking him for? Other than the fact her parents had taught her to be sure to always thank a giver for their gift, be it an item, a blessing, a moment of their time, or simply knowledge. And in this case it had been the latter. If he hadn't told her he was a vampire, she would never have known.
"... your admission," she finished, and for a brief moment thought of Maddie, and what she might have done right about now. Of course now she knew more about Maddie, and her age and experience, she found herself thinking more often what Maddie might do in a given situation, and this was one in particular. After all, just because she was improving in her own craft, it didn't maker her a great practitioner, or all-powerful, or even very brave.
The movement of Socrates drew her eye down to the rabbit, and they darted back up to his face. "Were you here to buy a pet?" she asked, realising Socrates wasn't actually his rabbit that he carried around with him, and silently chiding herself for thinking something so silly in the first place. After all, other than a place she picked up the supplies they needed for certain spells at the magic shop, they did sell pets. He hadn't walked in with him tucked in his coat to buy him some dinner pellets.
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Re: Fluffy Bunny Thoughts
on 2014-03-18 11:05 am (UTC)"I've never met one of your kind before," she told him, still no fear, or hostility evident, or felt, just the wariness. "Thank you for ... " What was she thanking him for? Other than the fact her parents had taught her to be sure to always thank a giver for their gift, be it an item, a blessing, a moment of their time, or simply knowledge. And in this case it had been the latter. If he hadn't told her he was a vampire, she would never have known.
"... your admission," she finished, and for a brief moment thought of Maddie, and what she might have done right about now. Of course now she knew more about Maddie, and her age and experience, she found herself thinking more often what Maddie might do in a given situation, and this was one in particular. After all, just because she was improving in her own craft, it didn't maker her a great practitioner, or all-powerful, or even very brave.
The movement of Socrates drew her eye down to the rabbit, and they darted back up to his face. "Were you here to buy a pet?" she asked, realising Socrates wasn't actually his rabbit that he carried around with him, and silently chiding herself for thinking something so silly in the first place. After all, other than a place she picked up the supplies they needed for certain spells at the magic shop, they did sell pets. He hadn't walked in with him tucked in his coat to buy him some dinner pellets.