�Your security is very relaxed here,� Alti follows Deirdre�s example and wipes his face.
�Only because Jonathan knows me. I trained him,� she answers conversationally. He body still burned from his blood.
�Ah yes, Jonathan. You didn�t seem to care for him. Why make one you don�t care for?� His question earned him a dark glare.
�I didn�t make him. I trained him. Only Elders may make a new entity,� She coolly informs him. Taken back, Alti feels stupid for asking that.
�I am sorry, I didn�t understand. In the Vrai Sang, things are very different. I didn�t know�� Alti begins.
�I didn�t expect you to. The Vrai Sang seem to think anything to do with the Promeneurs de jour is a horrid thing. The sun will be out soon, I should get you to the House, the Elders should be back by now,� Deirdre turns briskly on heel and quickly heads to the House. Startled by her frankness, Alti has to catch up with her and try and keep pace.
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The House was magnificent. The proper definition of such a grand estate would be a castle, for had not only the size but the property. Alti caught his breath at the sight, a four story building, made of solid granite, jutted up from the wooded area that surrounded it. Two story double-doors of what looked to be Maple. Going up the slab steps, the smell of cedar engulfs his senses.
�Welcome, to La maison des Promeneurs de Jour, or otherwise known as, the House of Day. Do you wish to freshen yourself before your audience?� Deirdre opened the grand doors to reveal a lobby of blood red and black. The walls were red and everything else was black. Stepping inside, he half expected to smell the blood of the walls, but instead smelt the rich sent of different spices and fruits. Surprised, he wondered what the accommodations were like.
�I� would like to bathe first, if that is possible,� Alti chokes out haltingly.
�But of course. I shall lead you to your room then, follow me if you would,� Deirdre goes towards the nearest flight of stairs. Amazed at the deep beauty of the place, he follows Deirdre in a trance. All too soon, they arrive at a room.
�Here you are,� she warmly states and opens the Maple door. A lush room awaits his hungry eyes. Plush furniture, beautifully crafted tables and chests. The colours here were a deep savoury yellow and cobalt blue.
�Would you prefer a bath, or a shower?� she strolls into the room and towards another door.
�Um� a shower would probably work best. How do I��
�I�ll show you, please come here,� Alti goes into the bathroom. He sees her bending over the tub, and sees the curves of her body in proper light. Suddenly he remembers how she drank his blood, without flinching. Desire floods him.
�I�ll figure it out! Leave, please. I must get an audience with your Elders this night!� Alti hurries Deirdre out, and goes back to the bathroom. He takes a colder shower than he would have liked, trying to calm himself down. Guilt racks his body. Fiera, oh my sweet Fiera! Am I to betray you, my love? Am I to love another, a Day walker at that? Of the kind that... Shifting his thought, he prepares for the meeting with the Elders, and hopes that Deirdre will be there.
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