Salacia watched as Jason moved toward the fireplace. She felt the sudden change of mood in the room once he started to speak. Even the warmth of the fire did not warm or change the feeling of the mood in the room. Did she strike a nerve? She sure hope not. In a way he was like her, they both rather be alone and be away from the crazyness of the city and the people who live in it. And he was moody too.<br/><br/>Slowly, Salacia made her way to the fireplace, letting the warmth and the glow of the fire carress her skin. She sat down in the second chair, her eyes staying on the fire as she listened to Jason's story, letting the fire mesmorize her with its enchanting glow and dancing flames. The fire reflected in her eyes, making them sparkle. Finally, she let her gaze slip away and looked at him as he finished his story. The sadness reached his eyes clearly. Salacia frowned.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm sorry to hear that.."</span>she said quietly as she rested a hand on his knee in awkward comfort.<span style="font-weight: bold">"But do not blame yourself for her death, she wouldn't want you to be unhappy.."</span>she said as she leaned over to keep eye contact with him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"My family and everyone I loved is dead because of.."</span>she removed her hand and looked back into the fire as she rested her back against the chair,<span style="font-weight: bold">".. what's the proper name... werewolves? It was my wedding day... and everyone was waiting for me but I took too long to get there.. But I do not blame myself!"</span>she spoke loudly as if arguing with herself.. almost not believing what she was trying to tell herself.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I have chosen not to become close with anyone since then.."</span>she sounded more like she was talking to herself then to Jason now, as she kept her gaze toward the fire.