Well, the graveyard is outside, and the gardens are tended by our own Edgar Poe Allan Smith, you know. . . though there's probably someone lost in the dungeon. Wouldn't surprise me.
The ghost's been kind of quiet lately. I suppose it's too much to hope he moved out? And we can go tackle Wren, hahaha! I think she's nosing around some of our old books - talk about dust - seeking ghostly information.
Let's go see Wren then. Maybe if you are there she won't feel so shy about speaking to me....I hardly know her, you see, and I do want to. I wonder if she would speak to me about her Mother?
I do know jealousy is part of a human's emotional makeup, but I suppose it is quite insane, my dear friend. *Considering you for a moment.* I mean, what if Trufort decided to be ragingly jealous about JL and Destin? After all, Wren's mother is gone and JL isn't.
You are right Sigi. I am being more than ridiculous.
Though I would still like to know more about Wren's mother just to know. And Trufort is never jealous about anything. His ability to be detached is much stronger than mine. I don't think I shall ever have this ability - as I have spent too many millennia as this creature I am. It must override anything else in me.
*I enter the room as I hear her asking about me.* My beloved! What a lovely surprise indeed! *Hugging her, kissing those delicious lips with an emotion some might consider odd (following their past perceptions of me), but they're not here to see me anyway. The Countess already knows me well and she's not surprised.*
Two of my darlings chatting together, how could I stay away?
*Jumping up at the sound of his voice, I forget Sigi for a moment and fling myself into his arms, devouring him with kisses, growling softly against his lips as my arms twine about his form. Leaning into him, I let my body speak to his privately. A rare show of passion from him excites me and I try to show him how much I need it and miss it, eyeing him with soft love*
Hello, my love...*purring softly*
Sigi and I were having an interesting conversation and I had only now asked where you were. And I was wondering about Wren's Mother...
*with a curious sideways look, I attempt to gauge his reaction and try to see if he will speak to me about his daughter.*
Well, my darling, Wren's mother was a natural healer. She lived during the middle ages and she was dark-haired, like our daughter. *I look serious, yet my eyes smile at her curiosity.*
*My eyes flame in response to the interest in hers. As the Countess sits and listens, I give a little smile.* I can't fault you for being curious, love. Yes, the lady was an herbalist and Wren did know her mother. Gwenneth took care of the castle gardens, making sure there were plants for meds, and for decoration, too. Oh, she'd be interested and happy to know roses can have ghosts. . . *I pause, remembering like I haven't in a long time.*
*the words are said in affirmation, not as a question. I nod in understanding.*
This was before you were embraced, my love? So, how did she die, your Gwenneth, and how old was Wren? And how did it come to pass that you embraced your daughter?
*she looks down with a slight flush in her upper cheeks, eyes warm but shy*
I'm sorry if I bring back forgotten and painful memories, but I want to know about your daughter and that means knowing more of you and her mother.
No, that was long after I was embraced, that I had this family. Both the family and the goddess/woman/alien who embraced me were completely unplanned. . . I'm still not sure what Lelyda was, aside from a kind of vampire, and I haven't seen her, really, except as a silverwhite wolf in the middle ages, around the time I had this family I'm discussing.
As for Wren, I embraced her because she showed signs of the blood roses on her flesh. Now the plague, that is a bad memory, yes. *Spoken quietly.*
This message has been edited by draconight on Aug 9, 2001 8:53 PM
Trufort...are you saying that you had a child as a vampire?
touching him with excitement
That you have...this...this capability, my love?
And are you saying Wren was mortal and then because of the plague you saved her by bringing her across to you? But what of her Mother? Was there no saving Gwennyth?
*whispers with an edge of barely controlled, a little fearful excitement*
Do you mean to tell me that you can have children?