by Anton » Mon Jan 13, 2020 4:10 pm
“Not long before Arcadius Augustus, Sheriff, but yes. I was embraced over in Beech Cliff, I’d say... perhaps a year before he won praxis? Valeria sired me before everything hit the fan, so I was plunged into it all with a bit of riot. Thankfully, she’s a good teacher.” He bows his head, genuine fondness softening his formal tone.
Still as gently, “I’m happy to share. You have only to ask.”
“And a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Elder Aurelia. As to you, Ancilla Audley. I’ve heard a bit about you from some of the Malkavians. Congratulations on your position.”
“I should be all right on my task but thank you, the offer is appreciated,” he smiles. “All these townhouses look the same inside, I’ll probably be able to find some bedroom or other. I grew up not far from here you see. Well - down south.” He winces slightly, offers her a sheepish look. “But the insides are the same, unless you’re in one of the grander estates up here.”
As the so-called guest of honour arrives, Anton turns curiously to look, taking a good step away from the door and into the room proper.
Day 29. I really don't like Methuselah.