Elara raised her eyebrows at Cyne's words, rolling onto her back while she looked up at her ceiling and pondered. "Well, if that's the case, I could tell you a story that might help you to sleep." The vampire queen replied, looking over at her companion. She hadn't really felt affection towards anyone, except perhaps maybe Caldwyn who had been on her mind's wavelength for the majority of her life. Vampire nobility tended to raise their young in a very off-handed manner, letting staff do the instruction and feeding and cleaning of them when they were too small to care for themselves, and then when they were old enough to hold a blade, they were pressed into service to see if they best fit the requirements of a simple soldier or a spy. The majority of vampiric young were trained as soldiers until such a time as their time serving was deemed enough and they were released... or until they died. Not unlike human females, vampire females had an advantage in their ability to conceive and bear young, which would draw them out of their time in military service; many vampiric nobility tended to marry off their young women early.<br/><br/>She pressed her lips together and mused quietly about what story she would tell her companion. "Well, a story I was told by my governess when I was young was about the time before the Sundering of our realm. That magic and dragons were living and working alongside us... except our kind then, our species so to speak, we weren't as we are now." Elara's voice was quiet but she kept her tone clear, so Cyne could hear and absorb what she said, while also relaxing into sleep. "We were not required to drink mortal blood back then... we existed on fruit, vegetables, grains, and meats, just as you do and we could stand the touch of sunlight in both realms."  The queen kept a rhythm to her words, guiding her companion into sleep. "We lived in both realms, and many of your ancestors referred to us as Fey, because we were from realm dominated by magic and long-lifespans."<br/><br/>Elara's words and voice rose and fell while she told him a fantastical tale of how vampires were not always vampires and were originally on very good terms with human kind, if perhaps a bit too handsy with magic and the young when they 'stepped through fairy circles'. She had no idea if the words she was speaking were true or not, but they made a good bedtime story for any age, even whimsical adults who wished for simpler times as they fell into sleep.