The Bard

"Me and you both." A sly smile paints her lips and she's speaking mostly about her promotion but it sounds as if she's in agreement about the curiosity behind his promotion and it's a bit cheeky but when she is in a good mood, she has the ability to be playful as the spring sun can be when it begins to coax the flowers to grow. "I am noble but I think I've always been the furthest thing from it in practice." At times she worried that the siblings didn't make her father proud and the memory of her late dad with their rebellion and straying from the intended path. "I've always loved to bake and my delight at making pasteries in the early hours isn't likely to go away but it used to be something that I did to give my life purpose and now my life is very full with love so I might spend more hours in the Elven realm than the mortal one." which the opposite used to be true.

"Frankly, all the better for you. Noble Elves are an acquired taste, and they are all the more interesting for it, if not a tad eccentric," he says, as if he had any place to talk. Perhaps that is why he gets along so well with many of the noble folk, while finding difficult common ground with commoners despite his general good mood. For all his faults, Davheira is painfully honest with himself, and he knows he was unusual even before he became a lythari. Now he stood even stranger, but he has never gotten around to caring. Each snowflake is unique in a winter storm, so it stands to reason that former winter fey were equally unique. "It makes you all the more approachable for mortals and immortals alike," he offers the compliment kindly before nodding thoughtfully. "Fair enough. I am planning on doing something similar, if my other plans do not come to fruition. Striking balance seems like it will be interesting."

Davhyeira was an old friend, one of many fey she'd come to care for over time and he had a fair point, she hadn't kept in contact and should have. After Magnus, after the fey had withdrawn from vampires entirely, she hadn't felt right making contact. But she does smile at him as he sits down opposite her, sets her pen down and folds her hands. "Well then what do you have for me?"

"Oh, my dear friend. I have romantic woes and triumphs, legends come to life and a quest for the legends," he sighs dramatically, placing a hand to his chest and sighing thoughtfully as he dons a mockingly pensive expression before giving the vampire a sly grin. "Though, I hear I am not the only one that has been rather busy recently. What says you, a story for a story until we run out?"

Isla managed to smile without even thinking as Davhy playfully winked over and, for the first time in ages, she considered that maybe they really could make this work and be good friends. Isla had awoken to the world redone with memories of her son as a young man and, as she held him in her arms again as a toddler again, she had promised herself that she would not let memories of what once were affect the new future her child would know. For that reason, Isla had taken to her phone and filmed the stories what she could of the memories she should remember, and advice, while the memories finally faded away. Now, all she had left were those videos of the past. She had spoken in them at length about how Isla needed to make good with Evan's father and make sure that Evan grew up with the possibility that supernatural and mortal could coexist peacefully and even happily. That she had seen peace in a place called Haven and that even if she forgot it, she needed to know it happened.

"And you shall, for I keep my promises," Davhy says solemnly, a hand over his heart as if to underline his words, before sending Even an indulgent smile as his child scampers off to do as asked by his mother. He keeps looking after him for one long moment, before sighing and turning his face towards Isla. There is tiredness in his features as he looks at the mortal, something so ancient and inhuman that is nearly unrecognizable of who he is before he wipes it away and offers her a raised brow. "I am only encouraging his curiosity. I believe he is at an age where that is necessary, right?"