{ it puts it into perspective considering the year she was born. he'd been an ambitious young man. he nearly finds he's transported. there are memories that will fade, even with his sharp memory skills. it's the nature of his kind, to loose what they once were.

the proceeding date is also close in ways he didn't anticipate. 1766 is closer to when lestat had been growing up in france — it was his time. just a coincidence, and often they are funny little things. he decides to finally take a sip of the mead in his hand, but it only tastes like nothing and it goes down with no burn. }

So it seems. I went forward and you went straight to the past. You'll have to share your travels if you don't mind, some day, when we're not settling into a new existence. { the unsaid is there. it doesn't need to be said. traveling through time is a curious concept if that's what she's alluding. he couldn't ever go backwards, but just as his books when it was all he had for years - he'll look into another's story vicariously. } I do wonder how it had been in the date you've mentioned.