The nightlife wasn’t for everyone and the same could be applied to the fast pace of city life. Growing up in Chicago it was something she was accused to. As she aged and traveled, the feline hadn’t prepared the chaos that large cities brought. Instead, she enjoyed smaller setting. She needed a touch of both; what the city could provide for business, but the more intimacy of a town. Thus far Greenbrooke provided both which she was grateful for. She could understand Edwin choice of more of a quiet life. The leopardess also took note for her own personal observations as she was sincere on wanting to get to know the vampire. She at least thought she could be familiar with every Master vampire in the city.
The bottle was brought to her lips once as again as she listened to Edwin elaborate more about himself. “That’s interesting that you’re still in this area or did you venture away and came back? I always find it ironic on how that worked sometimes. I’ve never returned to Chicago, just found ways around going there,” she admitted. It crossed her mind to eventually visit, but she knew unpleasant memories also lied there. Ones she wasn’t sure she wanted to dig up.
She couldn’t help, but to snicker at the apple bit. “There’s nothing wrong with that! At least your dedicated to learning new skills instead of rusting away as you age,” she joked. “I give you props.” The feline lifted her bottle as she spoke before it was brought to her lips again. That said a lot about his character especially since vampires or anyone at lived such a long time had the tendency to not branch or and become stuck in old ways. Now that she thought on that, so had humans and most of them never had a fulling life.
The more she drunk, it was only a matter of time when the need to dance would settle in. The music was right and she felt comfort with talking to the vampire. As he held out his hand, she accepted it by placing her palm on his. Naomi hadn’t cared about what style for she was verse in many. She would let him take the lead and would follow whatever style he felt comfortable with. The leopardess was easy and wasn’t a picky dancer unless it was something she wanted. With the bottle in other hand, she allowed Edwin to lead and made the tempo of the music. “Not bad Mr. Edwin,” she teased.
The bottle was brought to her lips once as again as she listened to Edwin elaborate more about himself. “That’s interesting that you’re still in this area or did you venture away and came back? I always find it ironic on how that worked sometimes. I’ve never returned to Chicago, just found ways around going there,” she admitted. It crossed her mind to eventually visit, but she knew unpleasant memories also lied there. Ones she wasn’t sure she wanted to dig up.
She couldn’t help, but to snicker at the apple bit. “There’s nothing wrong with that! At least your dedicated to learning new skills instead of rusting away as you age,” she joked. “I give you props.” The feline lifted her bottle as she spoke before it was brought to her lips again. That said a lot about his character especially since vampires or anyone at lived such a long time had the tendency to not branch or and become stuck in old ways. Now that she thought on that, so had humans and most of them never had a fulling life.
The more she drunk, it was only a matter of time when the need to dance would settle in. The music was right and she felt comfort with talking to the vampire. As he held out his hand, she accepted it by placing her palm on his. Naomi hadn’t cared about what style for she was verse in many. She would let him take the lead and would follow whatever style he felt comfortable with. The leopardess was easy and wasn’t a picky dancer unless it was something she wanted. With the bottle in other hand, she allowed Edwin to lead and made the tempo of the music. “Not bad Mr. Edwin,” she teased.
