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[color=a6c4ff][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night
[color=a6c4ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Pit
[color=a6c4ff][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Helene [@Ithradine]
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Ava expected the hungry girl to snap aggressively in return for dismissing her meal in front of her, but showed instead a surprising degree of courtesy. It was a breath of fresh air in comparison to Ava’s encounter with vampires just moments ago, who appeared much more concerned with the power dynamics between them. What was most surprising however, was the girl’s thick French accent and the indifferent way she disclosed her own name. If she was truly related to the Sinclaires of the vampire world, she must know the weight it carries.

[color=a6c4ff]“What a surprise.”[/color] Ava found a genuine smile tugging at her lips in reaction to Helene’s demeanour and the nostalgia of her French accent. [color=a6c4ff]“You’re rather polite for a little monster.”[/color] Ava hadn’t put much thought into her choice of words - they came naturally - though she wondered how the snow-haired girl would react. She seemed so human and pure, but Ava’s prejudice towards vampires rejected the notion that her behaviour was nothing more than a facade. After all, how could a vampire be virtuous?

Ava leaned in closer to Helene, so she could speak at a lower volume. [color=a6c4ff]“If you're curious about the corpses, a few others decided to have a feast in the alley and left the remains in the dumpster there. It seemed like you wanted to contribute. Well, you would have, if you went ahead and took what remained of my leftovers.”[/color] She followed her teasing remarks with a light chuckle.[color=a6c4ff]“Au fait, je suis Ava. Ça fait longtemps que je n'ai pas parlé avec quelqu'un en français.”[/color] [i](Anyways, I’m Ava. It's been a long time since I spoke with someone in French.)[/i]

Despite the delight of speaking French with someone again, Ava’s words carried a hint of sorrow. She hadn’t visited her hometown since the 18th century. As much as she missed the sparkling ports of Marseille and grandeur of the palace, the past was something Ava sought to leave behind. Either way, she was sure France looked much different now than the images in her memory.

A pause lingered for a moment as Ava reminisced on the scenery of her birthplace. It was short-lived, since the curious matter of Helene’s name quickly became more important to Ava than daydreaming about the past. [color=a6c4ff]“You seem brave to be sharing the name of Sinclaire so openly. Are you related to Catherine?"[/color]