Keara snorted, but held her hands up in order to calm him down. "I didna mean it as an insult, but maybe yer talking ta the wrong humans. I know all the old stories. We used to tell them around the fires at night. " There was a small smile on her face as she could remember her da talking about the Tuatha de Dannann and the other great stories of her home.
"They might, but a proper family passes down traditions and stories so they are na lost. Plus, vampires or fae may live forever, but what of werewolves or witches?" She asked, honestly a little curious.