Foreign, Yet Familiar

"Whoa," Aoife whispered as Vixia stepped out from behind a pillar. She was as stunningly beautiful as I remembered. She smiled, and knowing her powers, I immediately looked away.

"Scared?" She whispered as she stepped closer. "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

I gritted my teeth. "They can understand us, and you can understand them. There is no need for me to interfere." I glanced at the Keeper, who was silently watching our exchange. He wasn't going to interfere – not unless my life was at risk. That was his only reason for action.

Vixia laughed at my words. "Aw, you're as boring as always." She glanced at Aoife, then at Inspector John. "You can call me Vixia. Lady Vixia." She added after a moment.