The aura of the man outside became visible to her. A darkened silhouette encased in Winter blue aura became her vision. The world was dark, hollow, the background faded into nothingness and she could see only the man, the bottle on the table and faintly the structure of the castle. The blood Vision was easy to move through. The bottle lifted effortlessly to her hand and she walked through the glass to the terrace outside. The man turned to her and she relaxed wanting to know who he was and why he was here.
"Vodka, how good to see you after so many years." He said in a thick northern accent. The furs he was wearing must have been unbearable to wear in this heat but he seemed comfortable. A long black fur overcoat hid much about him, he was thick beneath it but she couldn't tell if he was strong or just large. The ushanka hat of grey fur had a silver emblem on it she didn't recognize fully. It was for sure a status symbol. His cheeks were very round for an elf and his skin although white had a pale blue tinge to it. "Sorry that we must meet under such miserable circumstances"
"And what circumstances would that be?" she said in the same sort of accent which suprised her. Had she really not heard her own voice in that long?
"I'll explain from the begining... But it seems you have a nice cold castle and this heat isn't to my liking, perhaps you invite me in for a drink?" He grinned at the bottle in her hand. "Fair enough," she walked back to the castle and threw the glass doors and with a quick flick of the wrist opened them as she glided to the couch once more. "This bottle isn't for sharing I'm afraid, but there are many more..." He was already helping himself to a glass from the bar in the corner of the room. Pouring clear liquid into multiple shot glasses he sat down across from her in a cushioned armchair that didn't quite hold his entire frame.
"It was over 240 years ago, I almost don't remember and wish I didn't," he emptied a shot glass and placed it upside down on the tray with a soft metalic clink, "you were very young girl, not even 10!" He gesticulated with his arms for emp role + "It was over 240 years ago, I almost don't remember and wish I didn't," he emptied a shot glass and placed it upside down on the tray with a soft metalic clink, "you were very young girl, not even 10!" He gesticulated with his arms emphasis. "Your father was a brilliant man, and maybe a little crazy but it was at that time that he first tried what he thought would amplify his power."
Visions burned through her mind as he began the tale as if the memories would flood back as he told it. Screams and fire and a winter landscape gave way to people who didn't understand and fled from her family. A small elf girl stood in a doorway with a doll, her mother screaming for her to run. And her father, a monster now that would ravage all those he saw in his lust for blood. It was her, she knew it to be true. Memories like this stayed in you like blood. She stared at him, tears about to well up in her eyes and he stopped where he was.
"You remember now, don't you?" He frowned and had another shot glass. Clink.
"I do, why would he do this?" She emptied the glass in her hand and poured another.
"He wanted a better life for you. It was truely sad what happened. You asked me to come explain this because you weren't sure what you would remember." His hands shook as he took another drink. Clink. "There was one truth you discovered though, that it could be done. It took you almost 200 years but you found out what he had gotten wrong. Like father, like daughter I suppose. You're far more gifted than even he was in this... Practice."
