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[white_flowers]

An interesting week it has been, to be sure-- both good and bad, insofar as she is concerned

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[not_one_drop]

She has been warned many times to stay away from this woman. But one who is as Dark as that piece of soul that Mal tries to hide is an attracting force.

The vampire, who was making her way to the bar, stops and nods.

"Lady."

[white_flowers]

She glances up, smiling warmly at the unfamiliar young woman.

"My goodness, no lady am I -- a farmwife only, I was."

Among other things, oh yes.

"But hello anyway, dear."

[not_one_drop]

"Still, lady is the proper term."

A slight smile, two small fangs.

"It is good to meet you. I believe I have been told of you before."

[white_flowers]

The fangs draw an interested look, oh yes.

"Have you now, dear? And still it is that you find it good to meet me? My goodness."

Her smile is warm and gentle, although blue eyes are bright with winter's chill.

"What is your name, cariad?"

[not_one_drop]

"Good? Or interesting, perhaps. I find that those who are of Dark are often my master."

Softly, "Mal."

[white_flowers]

Although the air around them does not stir, it is suddenly cooler, and a whisper of that chill brushes lightly against the surface of Mal's mind.

"Is it so, dear? And do you prefer it that way, to find such power there?"

[not_one_drop]

"It is interesting."

Still speaking softly, "I no longer follow the customs, but the Dark is still with me. Always."

[white_flowers]

"And so it is," she says softly, gently, while her ice-bright gaze goes flat. "Always it will remain -- nothing else lasts, in the end. Wise you are, to realize it."

[not_one_drop]

"Wise?"

Shakes her head, slowly, "Merely a girl who sees past the masks."

[white_flowers]

"And what is it that you see in me, then?"

Her smile is poison-sweet, and her voice soft as a serpent's hiss.

"Another master is it, that you seek?"

[not_one_drop]

"Not one I would seek, I think."

A pause.

"You know what I see, lady."

[white_flowers]

"A shame it is," she says, smiling coldly. "One of those foolish ones who craves 'redemption,' is it then?"

[not_one_drop]

"Yes, if we are foolish."

Watches her steadily, "I see no wrong with it."

[ooc: Much, much sorry - yoinked off to bed by annoyed parents D:]

[white_flowers]

[ooc: no worries! this is why slowtime was invented.]

Blodwen shakes her head at her, still smiling.

"Doomed to failure you are, dear. The Dark will always remain."

[not_one_drop]

"I know."

She looks away.

"I do know."