While Sylvie had the i of getting the pair into their bedroom, she found herself talking to Casey ih about the various choices for décor she’d made after the house was structed. Much of it tered on the paintings and other artwork, such as dream catchers and mats with intricate Ameri Indian colors that hug on the walls as tapestries.
“How many of these paintings are from your own memory, Taini?” Casey inquired and touched one of the oil paintings that had a few women sifting grain in a creek seemingly to them before use. “I have to wonder which of these has your mother present.” Casey felt the little imperfes in the brush strokes and marveled how her own perception of art had ged i year, thanks to her mother and Denise Crow. “It is good to see an image that actually has a meaning…” She turo Sylvie, “…You feel the depth of your memory. Did you paint these yourself?”
Doubling back from where she was about to show Casey the huge bathroom, Sylvie walked past her lover and poio an almost perfectly sculpted woman with typical long bck hair, yet sp hazel eyes. “This ohat is her.” Sylvie paused and closed her eyes and got a brief memory of her mother sitting over her teag her how to press and ftten out their version of bread. “I was the oldest of four children.” She reached for Casey and pulled her tightly to her side. “It didn’t matter anyway, all of the elder women were really my mothers, they all shared the duties.” Sylvie kissed two of her fingers and then pressed them to the woman in the painting. “I often think about what she would say to me if she were still here.” Sylvie shifted to another painting and expined, “This was me, as a scout. The only woman to be o the time, since even then I was strange enough that I couldn’t have children.” She shrugged, “I guess it came from the fact I never liked sharing my bed with men, even back then.”
“Given how people are about it now, I ’t imagine how being a lesbian was back where it was certainly a man’s world as I uand things.” Casey id her head on Sylvie’s shoulder. “At least you have good memories with her.” She sighed, “I wonder if I will ever see my mother in the light she wants me to? We had that versation about the time Brian started ag like an idiot.”
Giving her lover a kiss on the head, Sylvie ran her hand over Casey’s cheek, “You’d be surprised. I mean it wasn’t the oute that my mother or father anticipated, trust me.” Sylvie blew a bit of dust from her image as a scout with a light bow made from oak and covered in crow feathers to break its form. “They holy just wanted grandchildren, who I wao be with was of little .” Sylvie tapped on her painting, “Most of the guys teased me about being so bad at cooking, that the women kicked me out of their circle.”
“A circle that I guess you didn’t want to be part of in the first pce.” Casey snickered. “So, the guys actually treated you nicely?” She raised one of her well-curved eyebrows iion.
Thinking bato her mind, Sylvie pulled up another memory of a few mentors teag her how to identify the different animal tracks and how to spot little animal trails to find sources of food and water, along with uanding cover and their version of camoufge made from the colors and items around the tiny encampment. “Yes, for the most part. They knew I had to perform a job for the tribe in some way and they did the best they could.” Moving to another painting, Sylvie poio arrows that littered the ground in the painting. “I was supposed to be hitting the tanned hide that was hanging up as though it was a target.” She ughed at herself, “You see how successful I was. Frankly, I was a lousy shot but a det tracker when it came to deer. People, not so much.”
Righting herself from Sylvie’s shoulder, Casey walked to another painting. “I notice this is Amos.” Casey quickly looked at Sylvie, her gold eyes bzing. “Did he just take you in the night like Vivienne was?”
Figuring that their time in the bedroom was going to get deyed until she’d expined herself, Sylvie waved for Casey to follow her bato the kit. “No, It was a little different. You see, when he came to the tribe g to be a spirit healer gifted from Cassiopeia, he did it at night. He was already a vampire.”
“I was w how an Englishman art of the tribe, now it makes sense.” Casey rolled her eyes and sat down while she watched Sylvie get their bottles of blood out of the fridge once more. “Charmed the whole tribe, huh?”
Sliding a bottle straight across the table, Sylvie smirked when Casey caught it without a thought. “All except me.” Sylvie added and drank half the bottle of blood in a few seds, then closed her eyes as the relief of the burning ihroat quelled for a couple of minutes. “I guess I was sort of like Amber, Jessid Veronica.” Sylvie polished off the bottle and rihe thick liquid dow sink. “Yes, I enjoyed being fed from as well.” She poio Casey, “No ughing at me, I have never hidden it from you, Casey.”
“I wasn’t going to ugh, Taini.” Casey covered her mouth to hide her smile, then watched as her girlfriend seemingly stomped off to their bedroom. “Oh, e on. I ’t help but smile, it’s cute and adorable my bitten-button.” Casey offered, as she tried to save the moment. With a smile still spread across her face wide enough to make her cheeks hurt, Casey reached the entrance of their bedroom. Taking a heavy breath in, Casey admired the decor of their bedroom. Painted a light leather tan, the walls were also outlined with autumn leaves that appeared to be falling from the molding, giving the rge spa outdoor feel.
Casey quickly shook off her shoes and curled her toes in the plush egg-colored carpet, then walked inside and began toug the walnut furniture, admiring its luxurious beautiful dark color. A king-sized bed took up most of one wall, plete with more pillows than a normal couple would ever need. Large and ornate end tables, plete with wrought iron mps and shades that matched the carpet had been turned on ao their lowest setting. Opposite from the bed were a pair e wardrobes that had brotings and were oiled so that the bronze sheen was embedded in the wood. Dead ter of one of the wooden closets, Sylvie stood mostly naked, having stripped off her torn jeans. “Sylvie?” Casey frowned and amended her loving call. “Taini. I didn’t mean anything by it sweetheart. Please believe me. I thought it was..like I said before, adorable.” She paused and ran her hand over the plush cotton bedspread, “The room is beyond anything that I could have imagined. The wood oil alone is making my head spin…I am reminded of sharpening a pencil, or something.”
