Uriel slanted his eyes slightly as he heard his race mention, but again he said nothing.
"They aren't that fascinating. I've met a few, and killed a few." Ziyid shrugged and smiled slightly. "They all suck blood and they're all pale." He waved his hand nonchalantly before taking a sip of his brandy.
Brigid, being the next in age under Saorla, noticed the girl arrive, and decided to see if she needed anything since her older sisters were proccupied. She flitted over to the table the girl sat at in a fashion much like her sisters, her curly black hair floating behind her. Brigid was barely taller than the table but she stood on her tiptoes to peer at the girl with her dark hazel eyes. "Hungry? Thirsty?" She asked, her voice ringing with childlike innocence.
"Not exactly, but I'm partly in charge while she is sick." Saorla bit her lip, worried about her mother's health. "My mother is pregnant, and she left me and my brother and sister to run things for awhile."
"Ahh, rivalry." Ruairi chuckled nervously, glancing back and forth between the two. "Well, I hope that you'll put aside your differences while you're here." She smiled, readjusting Aislinn in her lap.
Anara, the woman with the pigtails, looks to the one speaking to her. She smiles sweetly at the girl and would nod her head.
"A drink would be lovely, thank you."
She replies as her eyes travel around the room once again.
"This is a beauitful place."
[[Kristen. XDD Just say hey, you, and I should respond.]]
"As long as you don't put any chicken or meat in it, they'll love you forever." Saorla chuckled, watching Yoru with one eyebrow raised. "How are you able to find everything so easily?" She hoped her question wouldn't offend, she was just very curious.
Ruairi blinked, one eyebrow raising up. "Little? I'm certainly not little." She laughed and slid down from the bar stool to her full height of 5' 11", her sister still cradled in her arms. "My name is Ruairi, though."