Daisy had been around vampires before. Well, actually, it was one vampire – once. It hadn’t been an unpleasant experience – Darklis was Rina’s cousin, so of course she was nice! – but it hadn’t been an altogether enlightening one either. She still had a thousand questions; maybe more if she thought on it long enough. The one burning in her mind at the present was why Lida hadn’t told her she was a vampire sooner! Judging from the way she hid her fangs and turned to bolt towards the kitchen, Daisy had the feeling that maybe she was ashamed. She was instantly filled with a sense of sadness and a strong desire to hug her friend once again. Instead she resisted, deciding to wait for a good time to bring it up again. Her eyes were watching Lida more intensely now. All of her grace seemed that much more ethereal. Was that a part of becoming a vampire? She tried to think back to Darklis and compare the way she had moved to Lida; maybe it was because too much time had passed or because she already thought so highly of Lida, but she thought the redhead was so much more mesmerizing. Daisy accepted the glass graciously and took a sip without commenting on whether or not she would like something different; even if she hadn’t liked it, she wouldn’t have asked for anything else.
She was distracted watching Lida prepare a red beverage of some kind and it showed. Suddenly talking about decorating didn’t seem so interesting. “He doesn’t mind. Well, I don’t think he really cares, but I don’t think I have much of a skill for picking out nice things.” Her voice had begun to trail off as she set her glass down and ran a finger around the rim of it. What she hadn’t added was the fact that she and Joseph rarely stayed in a place long enough to accumulate nice things, and even if they did, they often couldn’t take extra stuff with them. Daisy’s eyes opened a little wider as she followed Lida to her chair and watched as she took a long sip of the red liquid. “I think you’re doing a great job.” Even though she believed it, her enthusiasm was stolen by curiosity. Daisy scooted forward to the edge of her chair and perched her head onto her hands. “Is that blood?” There was no hesitation in her voice or fear; she wasn’t afraid that Lida was seconds away from lunging across the table for her throat. Why would she have reason to be scared of her friend? “Are you really a vampire? I hope you don’t think that’s rude to ask…” Daisy bit her lip a little, hoping that she hadn’t said the wrong thing. She leaned forward a little farther and brought a smile to her face that she hoped would put any worries Lida might have to rest. “I don’t mind if you are. I actually think it’s fantastic.” There was a gleam in her eyes that the other woman had to have seen. Daisy was practically ready to burst with questions; she was only waiting for Lida to give her the go-ahead.