Apparently not. Artemis scowled, turning to one side to watch Papa sniggering at her. She hated it when he did that, almost more than when he whispered her many failings. At least then she could tell him to shut it. But when he laughed...
Something about it struck her to the core. And few other things could.
"What are you?" she asked, her gaze stuck in the middle distance. "A Brujah? Toreador?" Her senses reached out, grasping at his nature. "No. A Tremere. You're a Tremere, aren't you? You like playing with magic."
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Apparently not. Artemis scowled, turning to one side to watch Papa sniggering at her. She hated it when he did that, almost more than when he whispered her many failings. At least then she could tell him to shut it. But when he laughed...
Something about it struck her to the core. And few other things could.
"What are you?" she asked, her gaze stuck in the middle distance. "A Brujah? Toreador?" Her senses reached out, grasping at his nature. "No. A Tremere. You're a Tremere, aren't you? You like playing with magic."