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My, she went right for the kill. No beathing around the bush, pure curiosity and cut throat interigation. Setting her glass back in her lap, she adjusted her hat more over her face. "In a way." Vague. How sweet it is. "But if I took a host, it wouldn't be quick. It's even harder to have a host when your matured, then it is when you start off. Could you not get to close." She asked, getting wary of her presence. The girl would probably know first hand what is was to be a muse host if she didn't back off just by accident, and Artemis pulled the rim of her hat down alittle more. Her heart was heaving alittle. The emotions of the girl was wafting like sweet incense off of her and the soft bouquie was sending Artemis off the wall.

((you may have confused my character with Sortha's-- that's ok, but mine is a guy wink ))

Hitori sat up straighter. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you talk very quietly and my hearing is not up to the task. Please excuse my curiosity; you may ask me any thing of myself." Hitori's attention had been intense because of the curiosity he mentioned, but now that he had decided to lay off asking questions his mind and his emotions were actually rather calm. A breath of fresh air compared to Sortha. "Or about the little boy-- did you see him? I put him to bed already, and I'm hoping he sleeps even with all the noise," he said, meaning the commotion that Sortha had caused earlier.

When Hitori said that, he noticed the seeds growing. Sortha was going to cause trouble again, and he had half a mind to convince this strange creature, this muse, to come upstairs where the young fairy's antics couldn't bother them. But a lady might take the invitation the wrong way.

((no worries! I used to do that all the time 4laugh I dont know how I got over it...))



"I suppose he is now," he answered with a smile. "I, uh, incapacitated his former gaurdians and thought I might drop him off at an orphanage, but I keep avoiding doing so. The boy likes me." He shrugged and took another drink. "If you're feeling better in the morning I can take him down to see you, but he's very shy. He's hardly said a word to me even though he likes me, which I guess is all very well considering. It's alright. I've learned to read lips for the most part, but your accent is different." He was grinning as if he really didn't mind getting old. The bar's lighting was dim, so she may not have noticed his greying haired tied back in a ponytail. Or even if she had, that didn't tend to mean much. Some human men started greying at 25-- some at 60. And that was assuming he was human in the first place. He looked human, but a lot of things could make themselves look human.

Artemis had to be alittle cautious with the new information. Incapacitated meaned alot of things, but only few came to mind. Sipping her drink, she replied in a tone that showed that she didn't notice or didn't mind. "I would be delighted to meet him. Maybe take him out of his shell for awhile." She joked, and then turned to see Sortha infront of her, presenting a fresh scented rose, blooming before her, yet it was nothing to the happy emotion steaming off of her. Smiling, she reached for the rose. Her eyes settled on the stem and she slowly reached for it, like it was a delicate time bomb. Making sure not to brush on her fingers, she took the very end of the rose, and bite alittle as she touched a thorn. Taking it, she thanked her and set the rose on her lap.

She smiled, delighted by the man's humor, a emotion she loved and made her feel giddy in turn. "True. To think he could be your grandfather would be a very hilarious. Do you atleast know his name? I'd hate to call him something he finds repulsive." She said, knowing how badly people got worked up if your pronouced thier names wrong or not to their liking. She brought the finger to her lips, as a ghostly wisp rose from the tiny p***k, and sucked alittle as it to stop the slight pain.

"Good night, lady Sortha."



"Ketlin. If I have to make up papers for him I'll give him my last name, Narris, but for now it's just Ketlin. I suspect he's human but I've sought no way to make sure yet. I figure it doesn't matter as long as he acts like a little boy and doesn't need any thing I don't know how to give." He set his drink done, finished. "Is your finger ok?"

Hitori said nothing as she left, merely nodded. He was just realizing that he didn't want to get drunk and have to babysit and hang over AND the kid in the morning. So, he thanked the waitress and turned in as well. He found the boy awake but told him a short, rambling story to put him to bed. Actually, he fell asleep before he was finished with the story, and he had left their door ajar.