[ Clara glances down at Giselle just in time for her to avert her gaze properly, though she can't help but note the astonishment in the other woman's gaze that she finds. Had she looked at Clara as though she were an otherworldly manner of being, even though she herself seems to be one, cold and pallid and reminiscent of death as she is?
What an interesting woman.
But at her question, Clara offers a low chuckle, one that rumbles in her lungs and throat, that Giselle might ever so slightly feel from the way she's being carried. ]
Neither are a concern for a dhampir. I rarely hunger for blood, and I can walk in the sun. Quite convenient, no?
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What an interesting woman.
But at her question, Clara offers a low chuckle, one that rumbles in her lungs and throat, that Giselle might ever so slightly feel from the way she's being carried. ]
Neither are a concern for a dhampir. I rarely hunger for blood, and I can walk in the sun. Quite convenient, no?