MINERVA ELDRIDGE
Minerva nodded, she had no specific preference for period of art just yet she was more researching and trying to find the medium that resonated with her the most. Her particular branch of magic worked best when creativity and emotion could combine into animating whatever medium she was working on. Art Deco seemed like it might be a nice bold style that she could look through when she got home. The librarian seemed excited to talk of his work which Minerva could certainly understand. When he offered to by her something from the bar however she politely declined, “That’s not necessary I was just going to get my usual meal and unwind for awhile. But thank you for the offer.” She said.
At the offer to hold some books she smiled gratefully, “That would be lovely actually. I should be able to swing by after work to pick them up. Also if you have anything on pottery or sculpting that would be nice. I’m thinking that might be a nice way of expanding my magic a bit from just animating knick knacks on my desk.” She said cheerfully. As she spoke she noticed that Alistair had mostly given up growling at passersby although he seemed to look towards the front every now and again with a deep grumble rising in his throat. No doubt he thought someone would come bursting in magic blazing or something, although he did seem to have some kind of deep distrust to the vampire sitting next to her. Dividing his time nearly equally between warily observing the bar and sniping angrily at the vampire.
She was about to reprimand him again when her food platter came along. Witch’s Brew and a small order of newt tenders. She had never asked if they were actual newt or not but either way both Alistair and Minerva were suitably fond of them. She hoped by giving him a bit to eat he’d calm down a little from grumbling at her feet. She put two tenders on a napkin before leaning down and placing it at Alistair’s feet. “There you are grumpy, now eat your dinner and try not to make a scene.” she said patting him on the head. She also put in a small order of lizard tongues to finish off Alistair’s dinner.
The server took the order saying it would be a bit of a wait, which was no problem, and Minerva was about to continue her conversation with the librarian when the vampire next to her asked to pet Alistair. Alistair himself bared his teeth in response and growled which caused Minerva to look at him sternly. “It would serve you right if I said yes you ornery old man. I keep telling you that you’re going to have to learn to be more sociable.” She told her familiar who gave her a defiant look before finishing off his tenders. Minerva sighed and turned to the vampire, “I’m sorry he’s just not in a fit mood for being handled tonight. Maybe if he calms down after his dinner you could give it a try but for now I’m worried you’ll loose a finger if you get too close.” Minerva said ignoring the grumbled comment “it will be the least o’ the things the bloody leech loses he puts a hand on me.” from her rather aggrieved familiar.