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Isabella Heiwa · 03-04-2012, 05:19 PM

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Isabella glanced away, then back again at the woman. "There were so many of them. They can't all have died with magic to pass on." Their towns and cities were huge, they had to house thousands and thousands of humans at their apex. But they were all dead now, and no one had seen them since the rise of the canines. "So many died for nothing. Perhaps on a whole, they have left us tools for our lives, but they remain anonymous in the face of time." There were plenty of names that popped from history, from the books that educated canines read. But there were so few names that all knew of. But what did that say of their own lives, short as they were? Best not to think of the implications.

The topic changed, and Isabella let it. It was not her place to discuss that man, nor was she about to share any information she had gleaned from him. "I come from further west." She had not been south of the old Canadian border, though she had always stayed in cities. "I lived first in Toronto, then Montreal." The first was her birth home, and it was home to her mother, brothers, half-siblings, and step-father. Her father's grave lay there too, though she had no reason to return to her old home. She did not relish returning to Visionary, who was sure to abuse her as he had before her departure and theft. "Montreal was a vision at times, full of canines. Perhaps not in the density the humans had, but they were there. Toronto is full of gangs and warring packs. Dangerous place but also a great one to find work." Waving her hand slightly, Isabella returned the question to Tlantli, "And where do you come from, madame?" Her French lilt entered the last word, tinging it with the language's caressing reminder.

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