<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EBTzr3bUEAA9uYM.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>On the way to the Pho place<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noonish Wed July 5th<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Heading out for some lunch with new friends<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo<br/><br/><hr/>Leigh was first to answer and she grew up in that magical place Alicante that was hidden from mortals. The sheer magnitude of that undertaking was amazing to him. They had to not appear on satellites, somehow either have their own power source or not appear to draw much from the local grid and then there was the whole underpinnings of society—garbage collection, hydro and the other infrastructure concerns. Maybe the answer to all of that was ‘magic’ but he really wanted to see a rune for some of it.<br/><br/>He wondered once again about the Herondale family and what they thought of him. Did they believe he was an imposter whose parent had somehow managed to snatch one of their rings? Where they just waiting and watching his behavior to see if he did actually act like one of them? He let his stray thoughts go and listened to Leigh. He smiled at the thought of her drawing vampires and her parents looking at her work for accuracy.<br/><br/>“So your first drawing was an infernal lion that ravages the mundanes…huh…I think mine was a fire truck.” He shook his head. He had read about the various family lineages but hadn’t gone into any great depth with them. Melody didn’t seem like the type to expect people to treat her differently, so pretty cool for royalty. She didn’t seem stuck up or anything so he left it at that. “Growing up was.. sort of tactical. There were new faces fairly often. The nuns expected everyone to get along but we all came from some pretty broken families. There were a lot of fights over the simplest things—it didn’t help that even as a child I didn’t like bullies.”<br/><br/>“It wasn’t like setting up alliances and playing politics, more like avoiding setting people off or appearing weak. When Kat showed up, she was a year younger but looked tiny almost. We got adopted at the same time because she refused to leave without me. And then it was night and day—the family who adopted us were well off. They loved her to death. I sort of grew up with the security guards more than not. Then at ten I saw my first werewolf. It was just walking around and I was expecting it to be some movie shoot but no one else noticed. I followed it, because she thought no one could see her, I guess. And watched as she talked to someone then it got violent. That’s when all the karate and kendo started being taken more seriously.”<br/><br/>He turned to Melody when she began to stammer. “It’s ok. You can’t choose your family. I still haven’t met any of mine.” He listened to the being a child of angelic diplomats. Somehow it made him feel better about the whole thing. “That is a relief actually. I thought everyone was perfect or something. Its good to know everyone is still human with regular gripes and ego issues. I’ve been having this growing dread that I was never going to fit in, but that sort of took a weight off my shoulders.”<br/><br/>He gave Melody an easy smile. “I’m happy to introduce you both to the people I know. Donman…he just goes by Don because its easier for everyone—looks like a bouncer but he’s a pretty good cook. His sister Constance is one of those high energy talks a mile a minute types. She’s pretty funny.”