With a start, Circe spun to face the voice, 'Excuse me for scaring you miss...', she was surprised to see the large, white male beside her, his head lowered. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air. She looked up at him cautiously, he was built just like her father, a Bacchus Dire, he had to be. It seemed so strange to Circe, she'd gone her whole life (two long years) without even knowing the Bacchus' existed, let alone that she hailed from them on her father's side, now it seemed that they were everywhere. As she eyed the attractive man, she realized he had most certainly seen her less than graceful fall and she winced with embarrassment. '...Circe is it? Where do you travel from?'

Taking a moment to process her realization of his bloodline, she shook her head and smiled. I'm so sorry, yes. I'm, um, well, from nowhere really. I'm traveling with a larger group just east of here, we're, um, well, we're going back to Bacchus. Or, well, I've never been, it's my father's home, well it was.... but now there's a bunch of us going to see what's left of it. She rambled on, You see, my father is a Bacchus Dire but my mother wasn't but she didn't tell me about my father and I only just met him. He's wonderful, he found me and has been teaching me about the Bacchus history. He's hoping to regain his homeland and asked me to come with him. You're Bacchus too, aren't you? I can tell, you look like my Papa. She blushed when she realized how much she'd just said.

The girl had always been a talker, that combined with her embarrassment and the attraction she felt for the man lead to the ramblings of a teenage girl. She pulled in a breath and blushed, letting her eyes drift toward the ground. Sorry, I guess that was more than you needed to know. her words were accompanied by a soft chuckle. Sometimes I just kind of throw out words without thinking. Looking back to Sveyn, she realized that she didn't know her stalker's name, I don't even know you... she broke out into laughter at her silliness. She'd just given this stranger her life's story, what a silly girl she was sometimes, especially when handsome men are involved.

The girl, feeling like a child, blushed again when he offered his name, smiling she repeated him, Sveyn? That's a nice name. Offering him a smile before shifting, suddenly very aware of her body, she took a step back toward the edge of the grasslands and toward the woods. Oh, um, my father! He's Rainer, son of Aloysuis and Maike. She said proudly, though, in truth, she didn't know who they were just that they were important names in the Bacchus Dire line. Are you, um, alone? Or do you live nearby? I, um, well, you see, we've been traveling a lot, gathering Bacchus Brothers and Sisters to come join us, to rebuild the empire. We went all over the place, it was really quite exciting, I've only just learned I was half Bacchus and I'm learning so much! The poor girl had been bullied because of her roman nose, her whole life she thought she was just ugly. This new development about being of royal blood had come as quite a surprise and made her feel a little less sad about her upbringing.

Taking in a breath she blurted You should join us! My father would love to meet you and you can come with us to see what's left of Bacchus! It'll be an adventure! What do you say? Circe smiled at Sveyn, trying to not look too hopeful, he was a very handsome man after all.