Some Things Remain Constant *Bess*

[Keira]

Dressed to head out for the night even though the sun was still setting Keira finished up lacing her boots over the leather pants she was wearing. Adjusting her top she slid her fingers through her blond locks. Rolling over on the bed she placed a kiss on Marc’s shoulder before leaving the room making sure to grab her coat as she exited. Shutting the door softly she walked down her wing, he steps a bit lighter along with her mood as of late. It was odd but others started to not flee from her presence. A simple scowl sent them on their way but it wasn’t like before which had her grumbling inwardly about damn men and making her feel again.

Her fingers slid down the worn banister as she made her way down the stairs, stopping at the bottom and looking around to see who was up. Keira didn’t want to drain the good bit of energy she had from the last time she had fed by going out with the sun still up so she moved to the one over sized chair and fell into it. Turning she let her one leg hang over the arm of it, slowly then crossing the other one over it before relaxing with a sigh. Looking around the empty room she had a feeling she wasn’t going to alone for long. Looking at the one end table and the cup of tea with steam rising from it still she let out a sigh and wondered where the old woman was without her tea.

[bess]

Bess sighed. She had walked all the way from the kitchen with her cup of tea only to sit down and forget she had not put any milk or sugar in it. Something had obviously distracted her. What, she could not remember but decided it was obviously something very important. Walking back into the room she began muttering to herself about her memory and poured the milk into her cup then two lumps of rare sugar before sitting down into the chair slowly, giving a groan as her knee's clicked. Finally with her rear end firmly planted on the cushion of the chair she smiled, not even looking up from her cup.

"Going somewhere nice this evening? I would suggest you put a dress on and make some more effort but I know you will simply ignore me. Did you know we have rats again, the kitchen....huge little bugger...size of a cat...perhaps we should get a cat..or a dog...." Bess rolled off into a tangent before bringing the cup to her lips and looking over the rim toward the vampire. "You really must make an old woman more comfortable...Rats..indeed..."

[Keira]

Keira heard the familiar slow steps of Bess as she came back into the room. Looking over at the old woman she fought to hide a smile. Loosing as the corners of her lips curved upwards in a friendly greeting. Watching her add her sugar and milk into the cup Keira didn’t straighten up in her chair just watched as Bess slowly sat down on the chair. Seeing her smiling Keira’s slowly slid off her face. At her words she was glad that the old woman was to intent on her tea to see the roll of her eyes.

“Yes and Yes again Bess” she replied. The old woman was always trying to get her in a dress. Years ago Keira always wore dresses and enjoyed wearing them, not anymore. Boots and tight pants it was and much easier to move in if she had to move fast and not have the chance of someone or something catching loose material. “Rats? As in pleural?” she asked cautiously as Bess continued on about a pet. Sitting up a little bit straighter as Bess looked at her over her cup she snorted. “More comfortable? How much more comfortable do you need old one?” she asked eyes narrowing at her.

Keira knew that Bess was getting old and she had been part of her life for a very long time. Pulling her legs off the arm of the chair she sat properly looking at her. “As for this rat I will send one of the young one’s after it or Marc even. Would not want to give you a fright at your age”

[bess]

“Rats? As in pleural?....More comfortable? How much more comfortable do you need old one?”

"yes, more than one. They breed you know. Soon they will be gnawing their way through my stockings, and you know how I detest my stockings getting ruined." Bess lifted her tea cup up slowly, elegently before blowing the steam away and taking a small sip. Sighing contently she replied to Keira's latter question.

"New hips would be nice dear, but I know even you can not cure this old woman of her blasted creaking joints." Bess smiled a little, the wrinkles of her face bunching up into one giant smile line.

"Any news? Gossip? You know how i enjoy a good gossip...got to keep my mind active..don't want me loosing the plot now..."

[Keira]

Keira’s eyebrow threatened to raise more when Bess indeed stated that there was more than one. It was never a simple answer with the old woman. It was something that made Bess who she was and even though the majority of the time it was unbearable Keira did like the old woman’s company.

She shook her head at the mention of the old woman’s stockings getting ruined. “God forbid anything would happen to your stockings.” She smiled a little bit as she re adjusted on the chair. “We could always find some more somewhere for you if something did”

Where she would send someone to find them was beyond her but somewhere someone probably had them. Everything was trade unless you had to money or the power to step over that boulder. Keira did have the authority if not the power she sure acted like she did.

Nodding her head at Bess mentioning new hips she couldn’t imagine and didn’t want to imagine what it must be like to grow old. Having watched Bess from the strong proud woman she had been to now the more frail still very proud woman she was now. “That is true old one, even I can’t do that. People would really fear me if I could” she smiled back and made herself more comfortable on the chair.

“News?” she paused, strumming her fingers off the chair and chuckled. “Marc is more than a human now. He was attacked by one of those over grown lizards” she said her face falling a bit more tight as she remembered Cian bringing him to her. “So dear Bess I hope you know what that means…”