"The virus didn't affect Inderlanders, only humans. With their race in peril my kind made the choice to come out and make ourselves known. We'd always been there, the things humans were afraid of in the dark, but when your kind outnumbered ours it was easier to let people keep thinking we weren't real. The Turn was when that changed and when everything changed. Now everyone knows vampires, witches, werewolves and more are real and always have been. Our people have either integrated or taken over various governments and law enforcement organizations." It was probably more of an explanation than he actually wanted but she wasn't sure how to condense it anymore than she had. She'd never been great at telling stories. "The IS, Inderland Security, is basically our version of the FBI. The human FBI isn't too happy about having to work with us. Or for us." For us was more often the case. "Vampires in particular are good at taking government roles. Comes with the lack of a soul." Her lips twisted upwards in something of a smirk. Was it a joke? Sort of.
The expression on her face darkened with his question and averted her eyes a bit too quickly. "Blood partners. Kisten and I grew up together and understood what we were made to be. I had others too." It was awkward to admit to, especially when she wasn't sure how he'd react. "We struggle with...control and it can be ...overwhelming if all you do is drink orange juice." Why was this so embarrassing to admit to?
"How did you back home...?" Her vagueness wasn’t particularly helping him understand, of course, it only made him slightly more curious and perhaps a touch concerned. “Perhaps you just need to keep trying?” Who knew, maybe this Kist would show up one day. “And until then, you know there are those of us who’d be happy to distract you with other things… Even trying new things might surprise you.” She grasped at the change in topic and latched onto it with more enthusiasm than she probably should have let herself show.
"Very," she gave a chuckle that still had a distinct amount of unease to it. "Old money has certain standards and we're about as old as they come. Piscary was alive when the pyramids were being made." At least that was the story he told and her family had been tied to him a very long time. "Mmm, don't worry, I did a lot of remodeling. Had to make the kitchen good for a witch and the belltower good for my owl."
She laughed and shook her head. "It sounds like you suspect something specific."
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The expression on her face darkened with his question and averted her eyes a bit too quickly. "Blood partners. Kisten and I grew up together and understood what we were made to be. I had others too." It was awkward to admit to, especially when she wasn't sure how he'd react. "We struggle with...control and it can be ...overwhelming if all you do is drink orange juice." Why was this so embarrassing to admit to?
"How did you back home...?" Her vagueness wasn’t particularly helping him understand, of course, it only made him slightly more curious and perhaps a touch concerned. “Perhaps you just need to keep trying?” Who knew, maybe this Kist would show up one day. “And until then, you know there are those of us who’d be happy to distract you with other things… Even trying new things might surprise you.” She grasped at the change in topic and latched onto it with more enthusiasm than she probably should have let herself show.
"Very," she gave a chuckle that still had a distinct amount of unease to it. "Old money has certain standards and we're about as old as they come. Piscary was alive when the pyramids were being made." At least that was the story he told and her family had been tied to him a very long time. "Mmm, don't worry, I did a lot of remodeling. Had to make the kitchen good for a witch and the belltower good for my owl."
She laughed and shook her head. "It sounds like you suspect something specific."