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Thanks for trashing that page you were working on; I think we need a little more research before you do anything with that idea. The other one you came up with, though? That one we can do.

You're going to lose interest or fall asleep before you get a chance to start tonight, aren't you?

As long as I don't have to deal with Rial, I'll live with it.

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Who is Rial?

A vampire that thinks I'd make a better snack than an asset to the Prince's army.

[Though Lyran's not sure how much of an asset he is at this point.]

He's generally a complete ass.

-=Well, he knows vampire. Prince and army are another thing.=-

Stubborn people can be. Why do you wish to be a part of an army?

-=Asks the strange native person wearing only a waist cloth and being absolutely comfortable with it.=-

I didn't, not at first. But it's another way to keep from being someone's dinner. Sometimes the mark isn't enough.

[He holds up his left arm across his chest in a kind of salute, so the shield and sword crest on his forearm is visible right side up.]

Anyone that wears this has the Prince's protection.

[Lyran might have found the man's lack of clothes odd back home, but things have been different for a while. He's getting used to it.]

-=He looks to the mark and nods a bit.=-

I understand.

-=His fingers shift to a mark on his chest, a tattoo swirling around his left breast. It looks almost tribal and arabic and not at the same time.=-

I am called Hawke. The people who raised me are called Faunlyn. This mark shows that I am one of them, even though I am human. Many accept it, but some still do not.

[He has to admit, Hawke's tattoo is a lot cooler than his.]

I'm Lyran. There's a human village below the castle, so I've got somewhere to go if I need to breathe, but some of them don't react well when they see this.

[It bugs him, but not too much, surprisingly.]

The...Faunlyn? Why'd they raise you, if it's okay to ask?

Well met, Lyran. -=He bows his head in greeting.=-

I carry a magic that my mother did not know how best to train me in. She asked the Faunlyn to teach me theirs, an one accepted. In order for me to learn BloodSpeaking, I needed to become one of them. I went to live with them when I was young.

BloodSpeaking?

[Oh, that sounds fun. Well, it'd probably sound fun to some of the vampires he knows.]

Your mother must have loved you a lot to do that for you.

Yes. I work with blood.

-=Actually, Vampires really don't like him. But the conversation turns to his mother and his expression softens.=-

A mother's love is the strongest bond.

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