Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Well there it was. South Carolina. Not as far south as he could have imagined, but south all the same. Aiden had been there, once if he was recalling correctly - his parents had always been fond of going everywhere, and it was there that he'd picked up some of the more gruesome ghost stories in his American repertoire. Plus it had really nice weather. Even he, a man fond of the gloomiest possible weather, would give it that.
"Or at least temporarily," he added, still grinning slightly. Apparently it wasn't the touchiest subject to go on - that was still her magic. Not that touchy subjects ever meant he avoided them. Walk on thin ice long enough and it was bound to get thick again, as much as that kind of optimism was incredibly unsuitable for him. "That explains that, then." He sipped the last out of his bottle and glowered at it, but didn't order another one. (Yet.)