My afternoon was spent studying the culture of the present and committing to memory the vast number of inventions now considered commonplace in the daily life of a modern woman.
“It’s just a bit amusing to me that the mortals have yet to invent something handier with a woman’s cycle. It’s still basically just plugging our body with a soft and absorbent object.”
Olaf plugged his ears and sang to himself.
“I’d rather never hear anything about that again! Feck woman, yer ruining the two most sacred things to a vampyr male, for me!”
I laughed as we moved through the dark streets of the French Quarter. All the local artists were still out, even beyond daylight. Many were still trying to sell off their wares and their paintings. While the times changed, there was something akin to the old m
