Really. He had to pull that line out? Typical males always trying to show they are different from the herd, one way or another. By the way that pun was intended. That smirk that he happens to place on his lips causes my bright blue eyes to roll. Indeed I am well aware that he isn't like most males I've come across, and that is besides the fact he can change into a horse. Most males around his age are a bit more egotistical, ostentatious, and they always have one thing in mind or another. It gets tiring to be among the same sort of males that believe they have confidence, when he actuality they are hiding their fear, but with Frost he seems almost too reserved and confident. I know he was something in mind. I mean...he has to. All males have an ulterior motive and I want to know just what his is. As he drains the rest of his drink I continue to hold my mug and stare at it. I cannot help but wonder just why he would look for me. I am nothing special. I do not hold some sort of power or magical ability. I'm just the girl that happens to have a supernatural killer for an Uncle. Wow. I should get my own TV show for this, I mean, the plot has everything. An innocent naïve girl learns there are truly monsters that walk this Earth and her Uncle and his noble Council are the only ones that can protect humankind. Yep â€" sounds reasonable, but as for my role in the whole thing...I have no idea. Still it is good to ponder about Frost and his desire to see me other than just to have polite conversation. I'm sure once Uncle Azrael comes home I will have to explain what a WereHorse was doing within his home...I am sure I'm going to get a lecture. Better enjoy the last piece of conversation I will ever have in my entire life. I do notice as I lay my head on my palm, my arm resting on the table, that he mimics this. His one violet eye peering through his white-blonde locks narrow in on me as he responds to my admittance that I carry not ability to persuade my Uncle one way or another on anything.

"Who would ever listen to a little girl when you've been alive and set in your way for decades. He may look young, but he is an old man."

Old men are stubborn in their ways. When my parents had me visit different high-end and well put officials within companies and the world I was used to being among the older generation. I learned very quickly, mostly through humiliation, that my bright ideas or futuristic opinions would be shot down immediately. They are not willing to change, even if it would be better, and I have learned to just accept such things. The young will change everything when the old are gone. Yet that does not mean I want my Uncle to be forever gone. I do wish I could be listened to at least, you know? Yet I am sure Frost would understand. As a male I am sure he has been around those that deem his own ideas are unworthy, but he can overcome that obstacle easily. I am a female and let's be honest no matter how many times people say our society has progressed to gender equality â€" a female's word will never hold same or more value to that of a male. That is called life and I was unfortunate to be born with XX chromosome. One eyebrow begins to raise as I respond without missing a beat, my voice collected and steady though.

"And are there things that would haunt my dreams should I think of you?"

I know my Uncle kills. I may not like it, but I have to adjust. I always have to adjust. I have to be adaptable in order to keep myself sane sometimes. Maybe it is for the best I know little about him. He is the only family member I have left. I don't need to see him in a perfect light, no one can be perfect, but I don't want to know what is hiding within his closet. As for Frost, he is acting so very, well predator like. He is being calculated and to the point and I am unsure if he is like this all the time or if this is his way of having a pleasant conversation. Although I am sure he will my words either amusing or challenging. Everyone has some things they are ashamed of and are afraid to bring to light. There is a difference in the type of person someone is should they reveal their worst self. I'm not perfect, but I know I don't have many skeletons in my closet. So, I wonder, just what Frost could be hiding. While he wanders towards the tiny living room and asks his question I flinch. I'm not sure if he is talking about the funky odor or not, but I take a sip of the rest of my tea before getting up and washing both our mugs in the sink. I raise my voice slightly so he can hear over the water as I take a swing.

"I could say the same thing about you, males are not as you, unless they are foolish enough to have some sort of misguided sense of purpose and self-importance."

The silence between us isn't uncomfortable. I do bite the inside of my lip for a moment as I wonder what to do or say. Slowly I turn around and walk over towards him, leaning my hip to the back of the couch as I look down on him. I am neither defensive nor offensive in my speech or my body's position. I look realx as I speak softly, blue eyes meeting his single violet orb.

"Whose death could have such a great impact on a child that would make them grow up far too fast?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable