[ Rafa's fascinated eyes shift to the little faerie. She really is little, like a faerie from a child's story book. He finds himself waving back at her, his own smile curious and perhaps a little unnerved. She is like nothing he has seen.
He comes back to himself when Era says her name, and he lowers his head in a slight bow. ]
Rafaello d'Este, King of Vampires. But please, just call me Rafa. Your faerie is most beautiful, Miss Ra.
Those from my world are beautiful, too, but in a different way. They are as tall as you are me, and very powerful sorcerers. They would be no one's slave. For centuries, my people were at war with them, and recently we have found peace. But they are our equals, in all respects. Seeing this is very strange to me.
[ A glance upwards. ]
My Shane would be interested, too. He is part-faerie, himself, and knows the creatures of our world far better than I do. Still, I do not think he will have seen one like this.
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He comes back to himself when Era says her name, and he lowers his head in a slight bow. ]
Rafaello d'Este, King of Vampires. But please, just call me Rafa. Your faerie is most beautiful, Miss Ra.
Those from my world are beautiful, too, but in a different way. They are as tall as you are me, and very powerful sorcerers. They would be no one's slave. For centuries, my people were at war with them, and recently we have found peace. But they are our equals, in all respects. Seeing this is very strange to me.
[ A glance upwards. ]
My Shane would be interested, too. He is part-faerie, himself, and knows the creatures of our world far better than I do. Still, I do not think he will have seen one like this.