She stands with a few more distressing crackles from her joints, wrapping her hand around her cane. She paces back and forth, thumping the ground as she walks. And when she talks, it's with the quietness of someone who's not used to being unsure.

"Could it be as easy as... doing a spell? Or writing a song, or making a piece of artwork? Could that trigger some sort of chain reaction, through the simple act of creation? Because it's paradoxical, creating a Seed in a world that's lost the act of making. Even down to vampires, unable to make more of themselves. It's abstract, I know, but...."