Aderyn unfastened the belt of her plaid jacket, letting it fall open. Islwyn had revealed his weapons and she revealed that she was wearing none. Once her jacket was open, she moved her hands, holding them open at her sides. Her eyes shifted from face to face, but Islwyn watched her. When she came to Beth, she nodded slightly. That one as one of the first if there was a need for such things. An enemy with any knowledge was always worse than one with none. Having finished scanning the group she waited peacefully, unmoving while conversation rose and fell around them.<br/><br/>Both fae watched curiously while Neo and Rattus argued about the time, but it didn’t seem an overly important conversation except for the fact it established Neo’s perhaps superior held only tenuous control. Islwyn did smile, shark-like when Neo insisted his enemies feel pain. Pain and terror were food and drink, sustenance and life. Not of course the primary purpose of their own kind, but important to all unseelie. They could feed upon other things, and many did, but it was the beautiful simplicity and ease of evoking such strong responses. Building other responses took time and care.<br/><br/>When Heather was addressed, the two turned to her. Of course the vampire began spouting it’s lengthly nonsense. Islwyn’s expression turned to scorn as she became more and more wrapped in her own ego. He murmured to Aderyn, “How DO you manage to build up such an attitude when born a human? Take away a spark and add a little speed and strength, it isn’t a worthwhile exchange.”<br/><br/>Aderyn reminded him, almost gently, “They do die by themselves up here. I imagine the illusion of continued existence is heady.”<br/><br/>“But to gain only that illusion and be a slave for that false eternity? I thought one of the annoying things about humans was that few humans that tolerate enslavement gladly. Unless you raise them unknowing of another life of course.” Islwyn’s tone was innocent.<br/><br/>Aderyn gave him a disappointed look, “Oh brother, each has their price. Hers was just… low.” They smiled at each other. They were in truth only speaking to quietly mock the vampire. To them, she was not more than human, she was less. Her immortality, her looks, had no impact on creatures who could appear to others in any guise they chose and were themselves not subject to degrading as they aged. What was important to them, was the creative spirit, lost with death.<br/><br/>When the vampire finally finished pontificating to Heather and turned her attention to the other woman, Islwyn stepped forward and announced, “My sister and I will aid Andromeda.” It was an almost oddly specific statement. His smile was soft now and he held his hand to Heather, palm up once more.<br/><br/>Aderyn let him take care of that, watching Yukina with interest. When she asked Neo to stop harassing the vampire she scolded gently, “If he stops baiting her, it will take all the fun from this adventure. You would have your compatriot be less than himself for the sake of this.. thing?” At Neo’s comment she smiled and added, “This thing which will do<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>to keeps its existence intact.” She made the word ‘anything’ a creative slur with her tone alone. Not that Aderyn wouldn’t do what it took to survive, but it was so easy to taunt this creature. It was a pity it gave nothing back but more words.<br/><br/>Beth and Yukina were treated to a sweet smile from Aderyn. After Clarence answered she added him to her smile and agreed, “Humans do love to simplify. Almost better to say that the unseelie share more attitude in common with this vampire. A preference for a direct manner of gathering energy. To a human there is very little difference in end effect.” Seelie just fed off things like love and heartbreak, passion and invention, and generally treated their prey as less... disposable. Unseelie just figured if you’d already broken a creature, you might as well eat it at the end. They were also more inclined to quick and dirty gathering than drawn out and elegantly framed. Still it was a rare fae that did not leave wreckage in their wake. Prey was prey, it was only how honest you chose to be on that fact.<br/><br/>When Neo said they had no reason to stab their backs Aderyn laughed softly, a beautiful sound even among the noise of the gathered people, “You did tell me you wanted your back scratched. I’ll be sure to remain gently if you remain entertaining.”<br/><br/>Islwyn grinned at Rattus’ summary, “Actually if we had come a straight path, our mound would be connected in… western Canada?” He looked at Aderyn and she nodded so he continued, “Our grandfather is a Kainai spirit. No. I suppose you would say... blackfoot?” He paused, sounding uncertain that was exactly correct, and then shrugged and continued, “I suppose you could term our grandmother and mother Irish though. Many of our kind moved when yours began industrial development. We need green space to hold connection to your land. There was more of that here.” There had been less iron too of course. Telling them that didn’t give them any more information on exactly what kind of unseelie they were, not what type of spirit, not what type of fae. Merely perhaps an idea of how far the attractive force could reach, though distance was an interesting thing between the hills and this place. “I would assume the vampire immigrated as well. Ireland and Romania have as little to do with this as say Germany and England?” His eyes moved from Rattus to Neo and his brows arched. Humans were not the only being capable of finding new homes. Predators followed prey.