Toby felt the breath she hadn't realized she'd started holding rush out of her lungs. "Most people do just call me Toby, except for my liege. And my boyfriend. They insist on calling me October most of the time." Tybalt was almost an afterthought, not because she wasn't thinking of him but because it was still so new and oak and ash she'd just started to get over losing Connor, losing another lover let alone a whole world was too much. Way too much to deal with right now.
She realized then that she hadn't tasted his heritage--she didn't taste that he was Fae. There was something wrong about that. But there was something wrong with a lot of this.
"It didn't used to be so...obvious. Mom did a number on me awhile ago, made me stand out more." To save her life. She still didn't know how to feel about what Amandine had done--or that she hadn't stayed. "I'm not a dryad. I have a friend who's a cyber dryad though. She'd probably be doing a lot better with all this than me." April would at least understand all the talk about viruses and everything. "And my illusions aren't really that great. I could probably keep a couple people under a don't-look-here long enough to find shelter, though. I'm Dóchas Sidhe. A bloodworker." Even if she'd been at home, she would have had to explain that, since apparently she and Amandine were the only ones.
She blinked, confused. "That was my magic. What are you and where you do you come from that all fae don't have their own magic signature?" Going on old instincts now, she took a couple steps forward, lips parting a bit as she tasted the air and frowned. "I can't even tell what you are. And I'm good at that."
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She realized then that she hadn't tasted his heritage--she didn't taste that he was Fae. There was something wrong about that. But there was something wrong with a lot of this.
"It didn't used to be so...obvious. Mom did a number on me awhile ago, made me stand out more." To save her life. She still didn't know how to feel about what Amandine had done--or that she hadn't stayed. "I'm not a dryad. I have a friend who's a cyber dryad though. She'd probably be doing a lot better with all this than me." April would at least understand all the talk about viruses and everything. "And my illusions aren't really that great. I could probably keep a couple people under a don't-look-here long enough to find shelter, though. I'm Dóchas Sidhe. A bloodworker." Even if she'd been at home, she would have had to explain that, since apparently she and Amandine were the only ones.
She blinked, confused. "That was my magic. What are you and where you do you come from that all fae don't have their own magic signature?" Going on old instincts now, she took a couple steps forward, lips parting a bit as she tasted the air and frowned. "I can't even tell what you are. And I'm good at that."