“I wouldn’t be quick to brush of how things were portrayed to you, everyone has opinions on them. Some opinions built on experiences yet to be shared. Either way, I think it’s always wise to form your own opinions based off questions you ask and experiences.” To take someones word for something was dangerous. “Maybe to some, it is a proving ground of sorts.” Just depended on who you asked. A single nod of her head, “In this Domain and in others.” It was what it was.
“Different makeup?” it wasn’t something the Savage had much experience in, “I suppose it’s something that only some of us experience.” She had to learn to do makeup over the years, it had been a frustrating lesson. Now she could hire someone if she wanted to, but it was usually just a red lip for her. A questioning look, “Do what differently? Change your appearance?” just how fucking young was she?
“I’ve meet numerous Kindred in my time, never once have I asked their age. Just seems like a rude question to ask. Those that have been around for quite some time are not eager to advertise it. It puts them at risk, their Vitae being potent and a way to advance your own Danse. They are the Kindred that move behind the scenes, running empires with shadow names and lives. So I don’t know if any Kindred I’ve met has been around for as long as you say. All I know is how long I’ve been around and the risks that come with it.” She was sure there were some Kindred centuries upon centuries old. They were smart and puppeted others.
A knowing look, a tiny smirk, “You never know who is an Elder and who isn’t usually. So you may very well have spoken with one.”
Chuckling, “Did I though? It’s just a fleeting hobby, something I’ve found that soothes the mind over the years.” Maybe music does tame the savage beast. “Detroit?” a frown as she thought about it, “I don’t think so. The name is familiar, so I might have passed through in my younger years. Why? Worth a visit?”