"Yes, that is part of the culture. A vampire under five years of living  with the gift is none as an infant. Usually for about the first three years or so we stay with our sires. With our sires covens if they have one. After that you would still be considered a sireling until you reach about a hundred years of age, if you live that long." Which at the rate he is going might be doubtful. Aleera blinks when he says she can keep the charm. "You are quite an oddity, aren't you? But yes, we should be heading back to the safety of the house before the suns rays finds us unawares."<br/><br/>The next night Aleera rises from her bed and has her hand maidens help dress her for the evening. Since it had been about three days since she had satisfied her thirst, she calls upon her ever loyal second. "Milady," he says with bow, already offering a wrist up to her. Already long, she gives her Fang's a bit more length before piercing Nathan's skin. She can tell that he had fed recently by the warmth of the blood flowing from his veins. When her stomach starts to feel full she detaches to him. Many sets of eyes watch her lick the remaining blood of her fangs and around her mouth. "Thank you Nathan, as always. Rise now, and let us discuss business." Per usual, she sits at the head of the old dinging room table that they had found in the house to discuss business.