“Sometimes a tale is just a tale, at least that’s what I have been told, it is merely there for the pleasure of its words, sometimes it is for a lesson, and sometimes it is to take young men to their deaths…”<br/><br/>She paused then and watched the glowing embers on the forge, revelling in its warmth. “Perhaps a tale is what the listener makes of it,” she shrugged “After all what good is a story whistled to the air.” A wry smile passed over the slight girls lips, because of course she knew what good it was, Gaia needed those stories too.<br/><br/><br/>There was certainly much to think about, this was no vampire, but she was more than human. “Indeed sleep would be good, for I have much to plan in the morn. I thank you for your fine food and your tale; both bring warmth to me….and my spirit.”<br/><br/>Also the fact I won’t be tomorrows lunch is a comfort. Though the words were not spoken they echoed in her head. The bête sat for a while and considered the story that she had been told…in time all would be clear. There was also the matter of the one that wished silver weapons to think about….<br/><br/>It was all becoming so very intriguing…<br/>