Alys Glasse
Alys wasn't the most socially aware person, but even she knew how to tell when she'd fucked up. Melita responded defensively, prompting a look of mingled surprise and guilt from the young woman. She truly hadn't meant anything by her question; she was simply curious, and had been painfully unaware of how rude her question might have been. Even now, she wasn't exactly sure how she had offended the other woman, just that she had.
"Oh," she said. "If it's a vampire, does it drink blood?" This possibility really did pique Alys's interest; she had a penchant for all things dark and macabre, and the idea of a blood-sucking gourd certainly fit that description.
"Oh," she said. "If it's a vampire, does it drink blood?" This possibility really did pique Alys's interest; she had a penchant for all things dark and macabre, and the idea of a blood-sucking gourd certainly fit that description.
