Swimming with the Blonde (Teddy) - Bathtub Beach

"I don't want cause problems... I don't want to be a problem to Medwyn and his family..." his family, not hers.

She waved a hand.

"You wouldn't. You'd know it if you did."

She wasn't so sure of that. Not given things as of late.
But she did nod a silent yes there she bobbed in the water as if a seal.

She smiled and leaned back so she could look up at the moon.

"I miss this. Simplicity."

Teddy's eyes turned to the sky slowly.
"I miss it too..." she smiled quietly.

She smiled.

"You, though, get the chance to unwind more often than I do, I'd bet."

"Being a nobody has its perks" as well as its drawbacks.

She laughed.

"I'd give anything to be a librarian again."

She would give anything to... No... No, those thoughts were pushed aside quickly.
"You'd have to each out for mummies though"

She laughed.

"So long as I leave them alone, they would leave me alone."

She sounded entirely too sure about that.

Well, the redhead was probably right anyways.

Teddy brushed her fingers through the water again, ignoring that ache in her chest that had been constant since being separated from Medwyn.

"Then you'd be okay no doubt"

She smiled.

"More worried about fire. Old books burn, and they burn fast."

"True... but mummies are flashier" she said, managing a soft chuckle. Obviously someone liked Brendan Fraiser movies.

Obviously thinking that Teddy were talking about real mummies, she shook her head with a laugh.

"But they're a total bitch to kill."

Well, it could have been movie mummies, too.

"That... might be" she on the other hand, figuring Griselda the type to actually have encountered real mummies, couldn't help but laugh a little. "I've only ever seen mummies in movies. I'd probably just opt for finding a cat and hope it could scare it away or something"

She laughed again.

"They mostly leave you alone. Until you try to kill them. Then, they're the worst thing in the world to deal with. 'Hey, guy. You know how you killed me yesterday? Yeah, I'm back.'"

"Mm, well, can you blame'm? No one likes to be killed" seriously, no one.

She smiled.

"No, I don't blame them. At least they tend to mind their own business when you don't mess with them."

"Heh, things I didn't know..." because honestly, why would she know anything about mummies?

She waved a hand.

"I'm older than you. And spent a good deal of time doing nothing but reading."

"Most people are older than me" she smiled. "Medwyn's older than me" she had time still. Time to learn.

She laughed at that.

"In years, maybe. As a ghoul. He's still not learned how to be a Kindred yet."

"In years..." but yeah. "Still, I've been a kindred for over fifty by now and I still don't know how to be a vampire"

She tilted her head.

"What do you think you need to know about that you don't? To be a Kindred?"

The blond shrugged her shoulders lightly.
"Dunno, if I knew, I'd try to learn it" she turned her head slightly so to look over at the redhead. "I don't mind though. I like being just me... I haven't broken any traditions, I don't hurt people, I don't draw attention to myself. That's good enough really"