To Make The Princess Pretty - Mat & Ren's Haven

That seemed to make more sense. "Does it take blood or just desire?"

"Juss knowin'dat we ain't any higher nor lower den dey animals."

"Do I have to make eye contact or anything?"

He nodded. "Oui. Look'em in de eye." not that Mat ever seemed too, "ahnd ya can talk... but truthfully, de words come from inside."

She nodded as she began to work on the fence. The brush moving up and down in long even strokes.

"I've heard others make animals noises while talking to them."

He nodded, "some do. Claim it makes it easier. Ah dunno, ah tink dey sound silly, since dey ain't actually sayin'anyting."

"So it's all mental?" That she hadn't known.

"Internal, oui. Beast tah beast. It's... ah don't know 'ow it is wid ya'll, but wid us... our disciplines are indicative ah who weh beh. De shapes weh take. Our gifts ain't sah much 'bout exterior tings.. .but interior. Venture beh 'bout control. Tremere, Magic."

He nodded, working on the next post, "less Gawd talk though."

"Dis beh true. Ah don't, aftah all."

"Maybe not the Christian God, but you reference one often enough." She teased.

"Ah was being specific 'bout yar Gawd. 'Im, ah don't git."

"Cultural difference." She said easily enough.

"If it was sah simple... sah many wouldn't die fah it. Over it."

He snorted, "well den, as ah've said, people be stupid."

That, he nodded his agreement too. "Such ah pity. De ones wid sense beh de ones wid de least powah."

He grunted again, "If only dat worked well. Tankfully, ah ain't one ah de smart ones. Ahnd ah don't git involved." he smirked, moving to the next set of pickets.

She laughed, as she continued to work on the fence.

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