Bianca, meet protective!Svava - slowtimed

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One Bianca Solderini is in the bar, looking for a book with a cross expression. Well, as cross as her expression gets in public, anyway. Retracing her steps, she finds the table where she and Arithon had been before and,

"Oh, there you are!"

Smiling with relief, she hugs the book to her.

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Svava wasn't quite waiting... no, not at all. She was in a booth nearby, and paging through her book of maps, and ocassionally people watching.

Arithon did show her what Bianca looked like, however. She bites her lip, stands, and starts over.

"Um... Hello. Bianca?"

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The vampire, barely an inch taller then Svava in her bare (and sand-covered) feet, glances up.

"Yes, I am Bianca. Bianca Solderini." She holds out a hand, looking slightly puzzled but friendly.

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"My name is Svava-" The rest of the introduction, if any, gets cut off. She shakes Bianca's hand. "Its nice to meet you, then. ... I'm friends with Arithon."

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Bianca can't help a smile at his name, but the look in her dreamy blue eyes is intelligent.

"Ah. I assume that as you know who I am that he told you about us?" She isn't defensive, just curious. And almost resigned.

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"He did, yes." Svava smiles, a bit wryly. "So, I thought it might be good to meet you. Arithon, he's-

"He's a dear friend, and means the world to me."

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She nods, and gestures to the table.

"Shall we sit?" She takes a seat, the same one as for, and looks at Svava frankly.

"I used to be a courtesan, Svava, I know how to play with men's hearts. I am not playing with Arithon's. He is...very to dear to me. Not the world, yet, I will admit, but...very, very dear to my heart."

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Svava sits down as well, watching Bianca as she speaks. A slow nod as she listens.

"... I don't ask that he be the world to you. That's not anything anyone can ever ask of a person, it does just... happen." She smiles faintly, with a shrug. "But... he's dear to you. That I can be quite happy with."

Svava looks across the table at her curiously. "Though what is a courtesan, Bianca?"

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Inwardly, she winces.

"Upper-class prostitute. Not my idea, I do assure you, and I haven't been that for five-hundred and six years. But, my point is, I'm not playing around."

Bianca just keeps looking at her, and then raises an eyebrow slightly.

"Do I pass?" And she can't keep back a little, teasing smile.

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".... Prostitute. Oh." Svava blinks a bit, and smiles sheepishly.

"Its not so much... passing. Um. I wasn't, or shouldn't really be... Well, considering how Arithon did once threaten Archie, I suppose I did sort of need to watch out for him as well, when it came to things like this, you see?"

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Quietly, "Si, I see. I'm going to try my hardest not to hurt him. I can't promise anything, but...I'm going to try."

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"Sometimes things happen." A bit wryly. "I understand that, though. Its... It is nice that he has someone to-- well." Svava blushes faintly.

"To think of and worry about in that way."

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Drily, with her little Botticelli smile still there,

"Hopefully not to worry, I can take care of myself. And, I don't mean to be rude, but the sun is coming up shortly back home..."

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"That's right, Arithon said you were a vampire." Svava nods, smiling faintly.

Milliways was where she first learned of vampires, and the two- now three- she knows have set good examples in her mind. Being a vampire has a bit more affect than, say, Bianca being blonde, but not much more than that.

"He still likes to worry about people who can take care of themselves." She chuckles quietly. "I'll hopefully see you later, Bianca?"

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Bianca nods, dropping a little curtsy even though she's wearing jeans.

"I will see you later, no doubt. Good morning," and with that, she turns walks quickly out the front door again, clutching the book tightly to her chest.