''So, Izzy. Have you ever been told that you do look young for a nine hundred year old lady, you know? Are you some type of.. Vampire?'' He commented in an amused smile as he ate another olive;<br/><br/>Izzy D. laughed outright, her white teeth flashing.<br/>"I am no vampire, in fact, my blood is poison to Vampires. Only one has ever tasted my magic blood and lived, he only because of the potion that I gave to him. I am witch born to a line of magical witches. My mother was burned at the same stake where I perished a few short years later. I was raised by the Crone. She imbued my soul with the ability to always know, to always remember.My body dies but my soul comes back, like the mythical phoenix. You know that when souls are reborn that there is a plan to erase memories. Children accept the reality of only one life. I am born knowing, not knowing but KNOWING, who I am, what I am. As soon as I can talk, I am Isolde. If I live to maturity, I have this youthful body until someone or something kills me."<br/><br/>Izzy noticed the little girl's eyes slamming shut and smiled. Millicent picked her up and said her good nights. She promised Izzy D. a shopping trip. Izzy D. patted her hand and waved a kiss toward Arie.<br/><br/>"So you are a world traveler who luxuriates in fast cars, fine food and beautiful women." Izzy D. said with a cheeky tone. She was referring to the evenings dinner and Millicent. "I'm quite sure you could have seen me in Manhattan. I am rather visible." She touched her spiky hair, flashing that brilliant smile again.<br/><br/>Izzy D. sipped the wine, enjoying the fragrant, but light drink. Wine made her mellow and more willing to chat. She was wise enough to not over load a listener with too much information but if he wanted to continue with this train of thought, she was more than willing to talk.