Artistic Differences, Cont’d
Continued from here, @jaythelycan
The transformation back to Jay’s humanoid form was also impressive, though she did cock her head at the re-emergence of the clothes, whole and completely undamaged by the change. That was... not unlike what the daughters could do when they became flies, but then again it was. Their entirety shattered into the flies, but she had clearly seen Jay’s clothes rip apart.
“Are these... natural vampires better than what’s in House Dimitrescu?” Cassandra tried to imagine how they would be superior. If they were anything like the natural lycans, they probably had no weaknesses. They could probably go out into the cold without an issue. Could they turn into flies? Maybe. Were they tall and graceful, with striking features? Probably. The more the brunette thought about this, the less she wanted to actually know the truth.
Her mood didn’t improve when Jay spoke her feelings about everything else. “It’s not a false sense of following. They truly believe her to be a savior. A saint. The local protector of this town. As for me and my sisters? Mother Miranda didn’t make us. She had no part in it. Mother made us.” Cassandra then realised how confusing that sounded. “My mother. Lady Dimitrescu.” Whether or not that was the truth, she didn’t care. Miranda wasn’t there when she woke up, but Alcina was. “And... and we’re not failed... The three of us survived when others didn’t.