Rayana glared at the infuriating vampire. The black haired woman growled lowly and menacingly at Cordelia. Of course, the threat was a little empty, but what could she say. Her grip on the tree became a little white knuckled and the trunk splittered in a loud crack. She took a small second to calm herself before she fell over. She then proceeded to Bore a hole into the other's head with her glare.
"No thank you, I just love the feeling of dirt getting on my pants." She replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Boring a hole in one's head was more difficult than she had anticipated. Cordelia had yet to drop dead or something. She looked thoughtful at the question, while still looking angry at the same time. At this moment of the year... she could come up with a relatively safe guess.
"Around this time of the year? Probably above central america." She replied as if the existence of a floating island was everyday occurence.
She rose an eyebrow. Cordelia didn't know what self-preservation instincts were? That was a new one. She reran the reply another time in her head and yes, the younger vampire had said that for real.
"Preservation instincts is what is use to survive, like thinking before jumping headfirst into something, not provoking a vampire a few million times older than you are, that sort of thing." She replied. "We are going to gather all vampires than turn them against him and kill him."
She had said that as if it was as simple as what she had just said, buit it wasn't. At that moment though it wasn't what was on her mind. She could not get up, but she was too prideful to ask for help. Wasn't that just peachy?
"Fine." She said scornfully. "I need your help, happy now?"
"No thank you, I just love the feeling of dirt getting on my pants." She replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Boring a hole in one's head was more difficult than she had anticipated. Cordelia had yet to drop dead or something. She looked thoughtful at the question, while still looking angry at the same time. At this moment of the year... she could come up with a relatively safe guess.
"Around this time of the year? Probably above central america." She replied as if the existence of a floating island was everyday occurence.
She rose an eyebrow. Cordelia didn't know what self-preservation instincts were? That was a new one. She reran the reply another time in her head and yes, the younger vampire had said that for real.
"Preservation instincts is what is use to survive, like thinking before jumping headfirst into something, not provoking a vampire a few million times older than you are, that sort of thing." She replied. "We are going to gather all vampires than turn them against him and kill him."
She had said that as if it was as simple as what she had just said, buit it wasn't. At that moment though it wasn't what was on her mind. She could not get up, but she was too prideful to ask for help. Wasn't that just peachy?
"Fine." She said scornfully. "I need your help, happy now?"