Thread: The Havens

Makaylah was left to frown alone in the parlor. Turning the empty glass upon the bar she considered the tale. The story itself had some blank spots, possibly due to the childs lapsed memory. The Elder reflected on her possible escape from the morning light. Possibilities careened around her mind until she ventured onto the girls sire. There were rules on how young one may sire an immortal. Obviously, there was no identifying the perpetrator. Makaylah assumed that Neferys sire was a fledgling himself, unable to control the thirst. Neferys entered the parlor once more, the green vegetable grasped tenderly between nimble fingers. She made a small clucking sound as she maneuvered to her stool. Reaching into the brown linen shirt, still drying from her previous search she produced something strange and alive. Out came a very small, very wet rodent. Pink eyes flicked about nervously as it shivered under the white fur which was matted in wet clumps. Shuddering slightly in Neferys small hands she placed it onto the counter. The rodent rocked itself onto tiny hind quarters, sniffing the air at the smell of fresh green. The young girl smiled as she placed a small handful of lettuce upon the bar for the mouse. There, there, Dracula. Her voice was soothing as if she were talking to her child. Consoling it as if it were a being or a dear friend. Looking up towards Makaylah, Neferys twittered on as if everything was natural, I dont believe I caught your name, Milady. Stroking the spine of the tiny creature before her she continued to coo, Good Dracula. Makaylah eyed the mouse suspiciously, as if it were more of a bug under her heeled boot than a mammal. Giving a hearty laugh at the young girls reference, Dracula? she questioned with glee. I hardly think that name befits a mouse. Her black eyes lingered on the creature nibbling languidly upon her counter. Nonsense! Neferys retorted, Some believe Dracula was just a blood thirsty man. I, however, believe he was cast into loneliness at the lost of his beloved. After all, that is what led him upon his heartless path. In my opinion he is much like a mouse. Tilting her head in contemplation she considered with a small, thoughtful smile. Tender, gentle, solitary and fragile-- though, Dracula was fragile in a different sense not so much fragile physically I imagine. He longed for companionship much like my pet. With two creatures that long for companionship the reasoning for company is very logical Trailing off as she often did Neferys peered up at her hostess through dark lashes, Again, Milady, I havent received your name The elder nodded her agreement, I concede young one. Laughing nervously she brushed her neck absently, her eyes still wary of the rodent. Let me apologize. Ive been rude. I am Lady Netrophs, Mistress Makaylah. With an aristocratic wave of her hand she tried to dismiss the coming question. Glancing once more at the empty glass she frowned, not knowing quite yet what to fill it with. Lady Netrophs? The fledgling questioned, surprised widening her eyes. The Lady of the Manor. she stated to herself looking a bit bewildered. They said you were dead. Swallowing she shrugged slightly pressing her chin to her collar bone. Then again, Ive never been to this place before. Even so, stories still reach ears of the undead. As if that was explanation enough she ventured a shy peek towards the woman who called herself Makaylah. Looking up, as if something invaded her acute sense Makaylah pressed her lips into a thin line. Staring patiently at the pretty young fledgling, Yes, but I AM dead little one. she said matter-of-factly. An easy dismissal of the topic. I need to find a bite to eat. Even as she spoke the last word she was half way out the door. Nodding at Makaylahs departure Neferys gazed fondly on her companion. She wasnt hungry herself, just a little cold. Soon the rodent sped off into the parlor. The small pitter-patter of his feet were barely audible above the crackling hearth. Laughing slightly at the situation the youngster turned her gaze upon the enrapturing flames. Looks like everyone is leaving you Neferys. One of these days-- she spoke to the empty room, One of these days youll be the one leaving them. She moved towards the fire and stood in front of it. The flames danced across her skin, the light licking at her pale creamy flesh and skittering into her own fiery eyes. Wrapping her arms around herself with a wounded sigh she pondered briefly if the chill of death would ever leave her body.