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   "Would it be bad if I said yes?“

   Well, at least he seemed to have found some amusement in her question if nothing else. It was kind of a rude question on her part, but she had been curious. For whatever reason, she hadn’t thought to stop herself from saying anything.

   "Sorry, that was kind of a rude question anyways,” she blushed.

   Wow, he must have been around for a very, very long time. He’s speaking of trading goods for services and that sort of thing has been out of practice since long before she was even born. She was a child compared to him, not that she was that old even for her own kind. No for a Siren she was quite young.

   However, she could use to being called a rivulet, she knew what he meant by it, but for whatever reason, it didn’t bother Chisa.

   The fact that people enjoy the thought of being enchanted was something she had to agree with. Having lived all of her life outside of the sanctuaries, she had witnessed many conversations and discussions of mortals wishing they weren’t human. They wished for a lot of things they simply didn’t just understand.

   "Mortal’s have always been attracted to magic. Even if their responses are less then positive sometimes.“

   This was a known fact. With what she had heard and even what her parents had taught her she was aware of just how careful she had to be around them.

   Looking over her eyes finally caught his for once. She had looked into his eyes numerous times but had never had him actually focus on her. He was always looking somewhere else and his eyes were beautiful.

      He laughs a little at her question – no, it wasn’t rude. A warlock finding someone’s question rude? Would be rather hilarious. He’d been around for so long nowadays that if he found something as simple and standard as that rude, he would spend his entire life irritated.

      In fact, he couldn’t say he remembered the last time he was upset. He wasn’t easy to startle let alone anger. He’d lived for far too long. “You’re just fine, Rivulet.” Juuzo reassures her with a quicksilver smile, before looking at everything in front of him again. He’d already figured out where she could live, what was most convenient for the siren… he already knew the neighbors and how she would generally be perceived. So? Luckily, she should adjust just fine. “Ask as many questions as suits your fancy. I’ve a learned to be patient with the young that come to me. I wouldn’t be in this line of work otherwise.” He laughs a little then – basically offering her a free pass if she had things she wanted to talk about.

      “Though, I suppose since I have you here I should warn you – we really do have all sorts here. A werewolf is part of my police force, we have a few pureblood vampires, a young faie youth with ties back to angel-hood. It’s a sanctuary, but? We have all types around, do you believe you’ll be able to handle this sort of diversity? I know some have requested transfers to more… specified Safe Havens. However, Orsus doesn’t specialize in any type of the Folk. We do our best for everyone who comes our way.” This was coming from the man who literally used his magic to form and create this place – whenever a new challenge came his way, he made it work. Such as getting Grave-Dirt delivered for some of the vampires, or dealing with the lack of plants necessary for a forest nymph. He did everything in his power to make this place a safe haven – but that didn’t mean everyone worked well with one another. So? He had to make this disclaimer.

       He had to sigh a little though at her next comment.

       She wasn’t wrong. CHISA had hit the NAIL on the HEAD with that one – mortals were often fascinated with magic. Others tried to pass on it as miracles or F A T E. However, humans could be rather CRUEL when they came across it as well. < The W I T C H Trails > came to mind in specific.

      “They can be fascinated with the beauty of it, and other times… because they don’t understand it, they fear it. And that fear creates the need for violence. Humans… are such odd creatures for that reason.” Humans – unable to deal with the differences they find in their own kind, can barely be trusted to keep a secret let alone live alongside the FOLK. Eventually they would ether want to harness their abilities or they would try to crush them, to eliminate a threat. Either way, it wasn’t pretty.

      And neither was this… strange sensation in his chest. For a moment, he put his hand over his chest – over his “HEART,” supposedly.

     He had no confirmation of that – until now.

      ‘… what?’ For a moment, his brilliant, gem-like eyes just focus on the table in front of him… with his hand on his chest, he probably looked a little panicked. However, as old as he was – he recognized he probably was looking strange, and corrects his behavior quickly. Smiling slightly at the young SIREN, before shuffling his papers together. “Alright, Rivulet. Do you want to go check out the area you’ll be living in? I have the keys to the place that you were approved for.”