Her eyes go wide, she trembles, shivering. It wasn't from Fear, oh no.
Could he have smelled the Wyrd in her blood, the Glamour on her skin? "Would I taste different then a normal mortal?" she asks, eyes alight, she'd heard rumours and chased lore, but two actual vampires!
Oh! her fingers flutter, dancing around her stomach. Oh, her questions.
But not quite yet. She offered to show him, but she'd really asked if he wanted to see her.
She closes her eyes as she burns through her store of Glamour, every, last, ounce, the fleeting motes, and shivering droplets of Fear clinging to her heart. Her skin lightens, glowing faintly, like the moon above, her hair shifts, sparkling, twinkling, a galaxy in each strand. Her fingers drip quicksilver, burning away before the droplets hit the ground, and her eyes. Oh they are still closed.
Those fell flames hidden.
She wonders a moment of vampires and fire. If there was a truth to that.
She wonders then, if she wasn't herself she would have tried to warn them, warned him. Maybe when she was a flightless, voiceless thing she might have signalled like a canary, but Asa had not chose that bird for her Word.
Maybe deep down he'd know, or maybe it was the Wyrd.
But now. Now, she was herself. Mhairi Ankaa, Once Dread Queen of Sacramento, her Mantle had not waned. It was a heavy omnipresent thing, forceful even now as out of Season as she is. Manifested Fear, solid and cloaking. She was safe in terror.
"No, it doesn't bother me." she says, as she opened her eyes, her flaming fell fire eyes, the Autumn in her wondered if they (no not they, but him, just him) would start, if she would see fear bloom and spark and ignite.... Dose this bother you?"
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