{ would he find more about the summoned, he might be skeptical, but he knows respect above all. any talk of worthiness would put him on the tense route, considering he has done plenty to not be worthy at all. he still carries blame for past mistakes, but when he’s given such a kind approach by a stranger? he’s not sure what to do, but exercise those manners his mama instilled in him. }

Pardon. I forget myself. You should probably know my name, considering you have me figured out, Miss. Louis de Pointe du Lac.

{ he is worried if he’s not truly welcome, if they knew that whenever his thirst returned, he requires blood. although, he’s a vegetarian in comparison to his kin back where he’s from, farm goers can be attached to their animals. he might even have to hunt for once and he’s not sure how to feel about it yet. he’ll have to figure it out eventually. he always does.

the worry line smoothes out in favor of a small smile, still reserved but true. }

A year? It’s twenty twenty-two where I came from. Not many would go out of their way to help an outsider, you know. Let alone what some might consider monstrous. Yes. I am strigoi. It’s not as if I mean to hide it, this is just new to me. I was in the middle of an interview, actually.

{ a cautionary tale. then a beat of silence follows. if he’s going to roam in solvunn, then he might as well get to know the residents. }

A year is enough to establish yourself. What is your home country?