[ She listened quietly as Mary explains the gathering, although therewas definitely a term she has only just learned recently that stands out from the rest. ]
Methuselah? [ It's not the easiest to say for an unpracticed tongue, but she managed it enough to indicate it wasn't the first time she's said it. ] That's interesting, I just met someone the other week who called himself that.
[ Of course the term "vampire" was just as foreign to her, but she'd learned fairly quickly that the two should not be used interchangeably. ]
I forgot to tell you--I think I've met your sister, too. Esther, right? Same hair?
[ She had been a sweet girl, though Asami had definitely been under the influence of something that night. She remembered the encounter through a bit of a haze, but Asami had been in control of herself enough to the point not to cross that line with Mary's younger sister. She respected and liked the woman too much for that.
Asami closed her eyes as she listened to the story, trying to imagine the picture that Mary painted. She had never been very spiritual in her own right, and dealing with actual spirits had only been a recent development. It was interesting to hear what others believed, though. When Mary finishes, she opens her eyes again and straightens.
She wasn't not entirely sure she understood it, but...it sounds like it's essentially a birthday celebration for a God? A demigod? Maybe she'll understand it better when the time comes. ]
Well, any reason to spend time with your friends has to be a good one.
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Methuselah? [ It's not the easiest to say for an unpracticed tongue, but she managed it enough to indicate it wasn't the first time she's said it. ] That's interesting, I just met someone the other week who called himself that.
[ Of course the term "vampire" was just as foreign to her, but she'd learned fairly quickly that the two should not be used interchangeably. ]
I forgot to tell you--I think I've met your sister, too. Esther, right? Same hair?
[ She had been a sweet girl, though Asami had definitely been under the influence of something that night. She remembered the encounter through a bit of a haze, but Asami had been in control of herself enough to the point not to cross that line with Mary's younger sister. She respected and liked the woman too much for that.
Asami closed her eyes as she listened to the story, trying to imagine the picture that Mary painted. She had never been very spiritual in her own right, and dealing with actual spirits had only been a recent development. It was interesting to hear what others believed, though. When Mary finishes, she opens her eyes again and straightens.
She wasn't not entirely sure she understood it, but...it sounds like it's essentially a birthday celebration for a God? A demigod? Maybe she'll understand it better when the time comes. ]
Well, any reason to spend time with your friends has to be a good one.