#sonofasparrow

Hands caressed over the tomes in this establishment. She was curious as humans and creatures were all curious to what was penned to their history. The Countess held a yearning to observe if the humans would ever right the wrongs of her history. There was one tome she loathed, a tome stating the true reason for her vanity was the imminent loss of a lover who was not her husband. She clenched the jaw to halt a hissing from releasing itself at the foul lies. Nay, she would never lie with another man who was not her Ferenc. 

[ maybe there was some sense in what the Doctor said. maybe this was some odd procreation - oriented pandemic. ]