[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

"Preferences? Well, for some reason, people tend to divide into different broad flavours. Blood is blood, there's still the same metallic flavour to it, like if I were to drink my own or some animal's," as consuming them did nothing for her, "But there's qualities to it that don't map well to words. Echoes of flavour and scent, trying to understand things that don't have a taste in a way that's like it. Humans seem to split into three types--call it sweet, sour, and savoury. There's an occasional sweet-sour type, too. I'd say elves are mostly [i]spicy[/i], either sweet or creamy or both on top of it. I haven't met enough to tell how it changes between the different elven peoples."

The vampire took the offered arm, thumb running across the veins as she looked out towards the entrance in thought, "Dwarfs seem to only have the one big type with small variation. Malty, like ale, that. Hundi... mostly, they share the same types as humans, although there's a nuance to it. Once, I met one that was oddly spicy, although I can't say if that was recent elven ancestry. These types are far more noticeable than almost anything else, but I guess there's some small variation due to background. The scions of nobility are distinct from farming backgrounds.

"Although, there's two things far more apparent than even that. The magically powerful are [i]much[/i] richer, all flavours stronger, and any characteristic magic leaves its own echoes. It's also more filling, drop for drop, but it takes enormous mana reserves for it to significantly change the amount needed. And I can taste the alcohol if someone's been drinking; it can actually get me drunk quite easily when drinking normally doesn't."

She tilted her head. "But preferences... I rarely think about it. It's not as if I can be picky, and it's only if someone is horrifically sick that it would taste [i]bad[/i]. If I had to choose, I would favour the elves, but individuals? Merilia rarely contributed and doesn't visit often but she was [i]strange[/i], almost like a sorbet. Elionne... she didn't stand out too much at first, but after sainthood? Almost like the finest steak and old Ithillane wine at once, and literally intoxicating at the same time. Almost impossibly delicious and filling, but a bad idea to drink often at all..."

Question answered, the vampire finally lined Fionn's arm up to her satisfaction and bit down, the pain sharp but brief... and, despite the likely small holes such fangs could make, his blood obviously flowed far more freely than anticipated, only a minute or two passing before she released him. Although she [i]could[/i] have taken longer about it, Tyaethe had no intention of making this anything more than a functional necessity.

"You needed me for something?

[@The Otter]