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Nym quietly lingered over the small bed where the two children slept. One child had features of a vampire bat the other one had features of the nightshade plant that she grew and cultivated. The golden skinned woman sighed but smiled as she rubbed the side of her neck. It was odd how two children just suddenly appeared to her out of seemingly no where. Why was she suddenly so blessed? Usually she waited until she was 'young' again and formed a family and maybe had one or two of her own, this time she didn't even have to wait.

...Now she was probably young forever and it was possible that she wouldn't even be able to have one or two of her own. She still felt a lot of anxiety about having forgotten much of her craft during her 'transition' from old to young through the new method that she had devised using an old friend's blood. A hand went up to rub the side of her golden skinned face. Right now she'd settle for being able to change back to a 'normal' skin tone.

The hand went to her face to brush against the hair of the small batboy and then caress the side of the face of the nightshade girl. They were so precious so she'd count her blessings for now, while they are young; because she had a feeling she'd need this new found youth to keep up with them. When they get older they might not seem much of a blessing for all that it may entail.

Humming softly she began to wander back to her room here another young woman laid on her bed. She was glad that the succubus had lent her blood to the purpose even if it seemed to have come at a heavy price. Nym settled on the bed next to her best friend and closed her eyes with a small sigh. She was glad that Desdemona had come to her aid when she needed her dearest, oldest friend the most. Maybe she could talk the succubus into staying and helping out until she got to her full strength. With that thought hanging in her mind she fell into another deep dreamless sleep.

He wanted a guitar but I couldn't bring myself to just buy him a straight out guitar with how young he is. Though Magdalena has her very own lap harp but she is so much gentler than Nosferatu is. It is one of those things where I just have to think of a compromise and hope it doesn't bite me in the tail feathers in the end. It took a lot of arguing and sulking but I think this is for the best. My dear friend Desdemona helped me look for options and even chipped in on the toy. She wanted to get him a real guitar but I advised against it and I believe my point was proven when he broke a row of my vials because he decided to horseplay in my shop with Daedalus.

Of course this particular toy required that some additional things were purchased on top of it, like the game and the game system. By far Nosferatu is probably my more expensive child as far as his needs and wants go. Magdalena is often pleased with simple things here and there, just give her the harp and she is good to go. Nosferatu, however, wants things, a lot of them. Which is not a bad thing, mind you, but it also seems as if he is hard to please. He will often play with what he has and not really ask for anything so long as it keeps his interest, which is very fickle indeed at times.

Sometimes I think he delights in giving me a heart attack by climbing things and leaping off of them. He also has a fairly active imagination as well. The things he comes up with are fairly odd and sometimes a little ... disturbing. I think it is because he sneaks into the parlor where the television is and watches late night horror movies, the little brat. I wish I never showed him how to work the television; he is far too smart for his own good.

Thus far he is taking care of that 'toy' guitar which is a good thing, he treats it like it is his first born child so perhaps soon we can invest in a real guitar for him to play and actually learn on if he keeps behaving so well. He spends a good amount of time playing with it so I suppose it means that he approves of the guitar or he is doing it just to spite me. I think I'm leaning toward spite.

~ Nym Vivisali

Getting Nosferatu to sit still and learn to read and write was a little, no a lot, like pulling teeth. He didn't hold any interest at all and his mind often would wander as he lazily scribbled out the letters with a sort of half-hearted glazed over look in his eyes. Every now and again he would try to get out of it or sneak away only to have his Mother drag him back to the table where Magdalena was quite happily writing out her lessons with a neat and exact hand for anything less seemed to bother the small nightshade girl.

After a few moments of this back and forth Nym had dropped the batboy onto Desdemona's lap. The succubus had been laughing at the whole thing with great amusement and mirth but now she found it less than amusing as the small boy looked up at her with a mischievous grin upon his lips.

The succubus let out a deep sigh, pleading out of it wasn't going to help. Nym was going to ignore her if she tried. "Tell you what, if you behave and do this lesson I'll get you one gift of your choice. It can be anything you want." Desdemona grinned as she offered her bribe and Nosferatu seemed to light up considerably.

"Alright!" He replied as he scuttled off of her lap and took her hand pulling at it to drag her back at the table for the lesson. Nosferatu knew exactly what he wanted! He'd get Auntie Dessie to buy it for him right after the lesson.