Post by katya on Jul 23, 2012 14:44:38 GMT -8
December 21st
6:02pm
Vampire District
6:02pm
Vampire District
She had been abducted on the 17th. Four days had passed since then, spent in the perpetual darkness of the Vampire District. Her eyes had adjusted to the gloom fairly quickly, but she'd yet to get used to the silent way in which the Nosferatu glided about their business.
The Leeches, as she'd learned they were called, were both more familiar and more worrisome. She had garnered that they were less powerful and given a social status that reflected as much, but they also tended to be less stalwart and dependable. It seemed that the Nosferatu would rather drink the blood of salamanders than harm one entrusted to them, but she trusted the Leeches far less. They had been human once, after all.
Now she stood before the stoop of the Starsong house, fumbling through the motions of a blade dance she'd learned from her 'foster mother'. She was using blunted sticks rather than daggers, but her purpose was to learn and practice. As far as she knew, Llewellyn's blades were sharpened despite their use as performance props.
Katya cursed when one of the sticks dropped as she tried to spin it through her fingers. She was trying to learn primarily by observation and repetition, as no sanction for lessons had come from Sullivan and therefore her fosters would not directly engage in them. But she was determined that, as long as she was here, she would learn and do as many things of use as possible. Learning to fight without a wand (since hers had been left behind) was certainly one of them, and if the best she could do was learn from dancing, then that was what she would do.