07-18-2018, 03:42 AM
"I would like you to stop," she says, in direct response to Alexander as they lean in close. She spends enough time with the lot of them as it is, what with how often they come across one another in the quiet town, Catheryn really doesn't need them to be following her around as well. (She knows Alexander is joking, but it's always best to cover all her bases.) Usually it's not an issue, because she mostly spends days at home, and she knows both Rialto and Marko like to take refuge wherever they are when the sun rises, so they don't cross paths until the night falls. Today is, evidently, an outlier.
Catheryn sighs, for what feels like the fourth time in three minutes, and resigns herself to a morning of conversations that will quickly escalate into arguments and probably get them all kicked out. The forest nymph might be old but Catheryn doesn't doubt that she definitely could still pack a punch. Also, it would be weird to fight back, especially since they have no need to be violent to one of the upstanding business owners in town, she doesn't want to chase people away before they get a chance to settle down. They're vampires, not monsters. "You'd have to ask for it," she says in response to Calibe, a rare smirk gracing her features, "but it doesn't cost more so, little victories."
San Creado is actually very accommodating to them as vampires, no one has actively tried to stake them, or throw holy water on them in the street, and that's about as good as Catheryn expects it to get; the fact that there's blood sodas, and other blood-infused delicacies, being sold throughout the establishments in town means that not only are the townspeople okay with vampires, they're actively trying to capitalists off of the existence of them, which sounds bad but in reality has quite a promising outlook. "We can't leave until late afternoon," she reminds Alexander, turning to fix them with a stern look. They all can burn in the sun for all she cares, Catheryn isn't going to expose herself until she's safe. She's definitely patient enough to wait.
Catheryn sighs, for what feels like the fourth time in three minutes, and resigns herself to a morning of conversations that will quickly escalate into arguments and probably get them all kicked out. The forest nymph might be old but Catheryn doesn't doubt that she definitely could still pack a punch. Also, it would be weird to fight back, especially since they have no need to be violent to one of the upstanding business owners in town, she doesn't want to chase people away before they get a chance to settle down. They're vampires, not monsters. "You'd have to ask for it," she says in response to Calibe, a rare smirk gracing her features, "but it doesn't cost more so, little victories."
San Creado is actually very accommodating to them as vampires, no one has actively tried to stake them, or throw holy water on them in the street, and that's about as good as Catheryn expects it to get; the fact that there's blood sodas, and other blood-infused delicacies, being sold throughout the establishments in town means that not only are the townspeople okay with vampires, they're actively trying to capitalists off of the existence of them, which sounds bad but in reality has quite a promising outlook. "We can't leave until late afternoon," she reminds Alexander, turning to fix them with a stern look. They all can burn in the sun for all she cares, Catheryn isn't going to expose herself until she's safe. She's definitely patient enough to wait.
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