Blood Moon (Evalin)

[Aislin]

Summer 11, 512 AV The door creaked as it rocked on its hinges, easily falling back into place as the voider guided it with her hand. Fingers kissed by milky moon glistened with sweat; the remnants of the last man she was forced to take into her bed. Nails dug into the wooden flesh beside tumbler lock, where splinters pressed against her pores as she drew them across. Falling across paint which she flicked into the street, to rest in silent grave along with their brethren. Icy eyes, filled to the brim with shards of glass shattered. A molten river gushing; cascading through the darkened rim; barrier between iris and whites through which blood rivers ran. Gaze danced from left to right, checking to see if the coast were clear, more out of instinct than actual fear. For should anything come to claim her, there was magic to toss threat into oblivion, a mark to curse any who still had a chance to draw too near. Thus, satisfied that there was no drunken slander ambling curiously up the road, no man or woman in want of pleasure, the whore tread on. Sauntering towards the left, across the docks. Wooden boards clinking beneath her feet as raised heel dug into flesh worn smooth with excessive use. As Aislin moved, a dark cloak billowed out behind her. A shade that mirrored the blanket which had swept across the sky. Stagnant air hung heavily over her, clinging to her flesh as tightly as the folds of borrowed clothes. It felt warm, and lacked a crispness, suggesting that if it were not for Rhysol's hands staying the water, it may have rained upon his majestic city. Evil concealed behind a facade of beauty and of grace. The voider smiled weakly as her hands trailed up her sides, flowing as easily over the ripples thrown across her cloak as water traveled over rock. Soon, they came to her neck, where fingers furled. There they sank into cotton folds; clutching at them as tightly as the dying would onto life. Her hands paused a moment as she kept on walking, before she flicked her wrists, sending the material spiraling. Fluttering for a moment, before an inevitable fall onto the top of her head. There it was that everything settled upon woven strands of raven colored hair, allowing the woman to tug on everything once more, just to be sure, before returning everything to her sides. Aislin sighed then, as she molded into the shadows. Began to blend with the darkness of the night. What to do now? she asked herself, unsure as to how she should spend her break. What portion of this place could still be awake at this hour? As willing to be taken in as a whore? The girl's thoughts came to a grinding halt as she came to a fork in the road. Decided to turn left and kept on moving, so as not to lose momentum. She was shaking her head softly now considering. What else is there but a brothel? Or a tavern that offers man cheap ale? Booze to nurse his aching soul? His burning feet? To wash his feelings and cares away? she asked. What else could a man want at this hour but to lose himself in sweet inebriation? Complete intoxication?

[Evalin]

Such dark and lonesome pondering filled the mind of once more who gazed into the endless void of darkness and light above. From her lips breath did not whisper sweet calls of life, from her eyes did not shine a passion or intent. Chilled skin as pale as moon beams remained under darkened circled eyes of scarlet, straight raven locks falling from the darkness created by hood and cloak. A child... or could it be a child? It was a small figure, only barely visible pressed against the darkness of shadows. She sat against the wall of some long forgotten building in the path along the left fork, a staff far to large for a form so small leaning against her shoulder. The sound of footsteps out of place in the quite of the night drew those scarlet points to peer out from the darkness, seeking their source with a lust and fervor that should not exist in a child, Someone approaches... The girl touched a hand to her head, closing her eyes against the thundering pound that threatened to split her skull, Be it so... for this ache grows beyond my own control... A chill filled the space between pounding thrums and whimsical thoughts, pressing forward with the cold of another world, Your mind grows fogged in times as these... Mind your actions, for folly comes from motions taken in haste... Evalin cursed within her, taking up the necklace in one hand to look upon its surface, Think you not I know the workings of my own mind? I know the limits of this form, and the strength of will which holds these actions at bay. Fret not for all is well... Yet even as she spoke her head pounded and she winced, shaking her head to look down into the coming darkness once more, Who be this that approaches so late under Leth's glow? I would know the face of one who may leave traces upon my lips...

[Aislin]

Heels clopped against wooden boards; sodden with black water's spray. Splayed edges reached for the sky; elongated fingers of wooden make tickling the undersides of boiled leather as though it alone were enough to send chills up the spine. Edges worn smooth glistened in the night. Soft milky sheen casting a delicate shimmer as voider sauntered past. Relatively stilled lake stirring as the clatter echoed. Reverberating off the surface enough to initiate the birth of several ripples. Miniature undulations which glided across the surface of the water without a sound. Some taking mere ticks of the clock before they crashed against the bars; the southern edge of their prison. Aislin could hear the waves lapping against the dock's supporting poles. Elongated tongues hungrily licking the surface, searching for hollowed crevices in which to hide before the spurs kicked; sending the holds cascading down twisted beam. Chilled moisture frothed, bubbling at the base. Expansion by way of subtle heat, caused by the reflection of the sun off the moon's surface burst arrayed foam. Droplets spurt from central core, as beads sank into oblivion. Aislin sighed. So what then to do? For if one wanted to spend any more time around drunken man, she would have stayed where she belonged, and not snuck out for the night. There was a slight pause as the voider rounded the bend; quickening her pace as she slipped into the dark. It leaves one to wonder then, if it were worth coming out at all, and if one should simply head back to the brothel, for another monotonous day of cyclical routine. A delicate smile crossed the girl's lips as she forced herself to keep on moving. She supposed, if she was all that interested in going back, she could turn right at the next fork, and take the circuitous route. Bringing her to the starting point within a chime. But that wasn't truly what she wanted to do. Not now that she had noticed a glass window up ahead. One cast in dusty blanket, from behind which a single crack seemed to climb. A lightning bolt stretching from the lower reaches, up into the sky. Illuminated by flickering flame. A golden glow given off by black candle, resting in a pool of molten wax, in the lower right hand corner of the sill. There was something peculiar about the candle. Something that drew Aislin to it. She could sense it, as she blindly neared. As though manipulated by a set of strings. A marionette in the hands of its master; a moth guided towards the flame. Waxen wings dripping as heat intensified as spacial split dwindled. Raven colored hair adopting highlights as the fire itself danced across her features. Catching against the crevices beneath the eyes, cast by the side of a button nose. Shadowing everything it had not a care to touch. Dark clothes billowing out about her form. Folds of fabric swishing around her ankles as she closed the gap. Right hand coming forward. Palm held down as fingers splayed, reaching for the smoldering heat that lingered just behind the glass pane. Just out of reach. OOCApparently, I am in an odd mood. Also, sorry for the delay. I haven't been much in the mood to write, of late. Enjoy the extra stalking time!

[Evalin]

Eyes of crimson watched as the figured approached, gazing out from the darkness to take in that which was before her, It is a woman... She walks the night with steps of confidence and strength. Think she that she owns this vastness around her? Evalin did not move as the woman walked past her, seeming not to notice the tiny figure cloaked in shadow. A smile touched her cold, undead lips, My then perhaps the tides shall run after all... A whisper of cold brushed against her mind, yet it did not speak. The girl absently touched the necklace as her eyes trailed the woman in her path, Worry you not my dear Tsenrika... I know the warnings you have spoken, and I heed well your words. Shifting her weight Evalin stood, pulling about her the cloak and lowering the hood so that her face was further veiled. In her hand she gripped the staff, holding it just off the ground so as not to disrupt the silence of the night with the clatter of it upon the planks. She followed several steps behind, her small legs keeping pace with the woman's longer stride. Within her mind the pounding persisted, and a welling urge threatened to split open the skull of this child-like immortal... but Evalin held on still, remaining at a distance that would not disrupt the flow of the night and hopeful cause her to go unnoticed for some time yet. She watched as the woman moved, taking in the pale skin and eyes that looked about at a world that only she could truly see. It was a thrill to be doing this, to step so close yet remain just outside of awareness. Evalin smiled to herself, ignoring the pain within her to enjoy the time she spent observing the movements of this woman. When she paused so did Evalin, and curiously the girl moved to better see what had caught her attention. A flame lit candle brings pause to the movements of the night... Evalin moved to stand closer, her eyes upon the flame as well. Narrowing her eyes the immortal cast her gaze upward, a feeling of nostalgia welling within her, How strange... A lit flame upon a candle of black... Drawn is this girl like a moth... Suspicions grew as she pondered this a moment, but with a shake of her head she dissmissed these thoughts, her mind turning once more to the woman before the glass. Moving on bare toes that made little sound, Evalin stepped up beside this woman. Pushing back her hood she spoke, "Curious is it not... A single light among this endless darkness, and yet you were able to find it. I wonder at this. What is it that draws you to this point of light in the vast endless void of night?" Looking up Evalin sought out the eyes of the woman, her own scarlet points clearly visible under the glow of Leth.

[Aislin]

Aislin's hand could only rest against the pane; allowing the cool air to trickle up the length of her fingers. Force her knuckles to undulate and crackle as they fought to maintain warmth as the first dusting set in. Grey flurries wedging themselves behind her nails and finger flesh, tickling her skin as other remnants, having been flicked away as her nails drew across the surface, fell between the cracks. A soft grating sound could be heard as she kept her eyes fixated on the flame's dance. The whorls reflected within the smoldering pits of her eyes; coals churning within pupil's confine, desiring release. The ice which surrounded melting, only to be drawn away; sheltered from the heat by words whispered by formerly cloaked nuit. Startled to find that anyone else was lurking through the city streets at such a late hour, Aislin could only turn to meet them. Take note of a young girl with piercing violet colored eyes, and long hair. A child who seemed to be about half of her age or less, save for the dead tone cast into her gaze, and the occasional trickling fissure which ran across the corners of her visage. That which truly betrayed her. "It is only singular here," Aislin whispered. "Turn a few corners and cross a few bridges, and you'll find either a brothel or a tavern with far more of these." There was a small pause as roseate trickled into her cheeks, causing them to grow warm, despite the cool air cast by the nuit's gaze; by her very flesh. Gingerly, Aislin pulled her hand away from the glass, and returned it to her side, as though embarrassed by her having been found in such a vulnerable state. She forced herself to smile weakly, as though it had been nothing. "But nonetheless, in this place the moon cannot touch. Caress your skin; dye it a sickly white," Aislin whispered. "It's as though in this place, it has been washed away. As easily as one may rid a garment of unsightly stain." There was a pause. "Its marker, at least, for the outer rim can be discerned if one only bother to look up." Aislin shook her head. "But all that remained is darkened face. Perhaps, that is what drew me to this side of town. But this candle... there's something about it. Something about how the flame dances that's so strangely alluring." As the words left her lips, Aislin turned away. Slowly, her hand rose. Fingers splayed, reaching for the flame. Each nail drawing against an outer section, as though she could catch it. Contain it without being burnt. "Do you find it to be so?" she asked. "Or did you merely follow for this entity reminds you of the spark of life? If not my body," she added with a small smile, and scarcely contained, delicate chuckle. "It is not lost on me that a nuit is likely to be more interested in a new form, than the light of a fire. So I ask, does it even provide you with warmth, the way we insulate what little remains of you each time you keep on taking? Or is it all a lie? Is all that remains a blanket of darkness? A cold, relentless world from which there is only one escape? One you're too terrified to take..."

[Evalin]

The girls eyes of crimson swept over the figure of the woman as she spoke, taking in the skin as pale as moonbeams. Eyes of the most fascinating blue shown out from locks of deep raven black that melded with the night, as if this were their rightful place here within the darkness of night. Her figure was alluring, and the girl could only pity the mortal men who would dare to taste the fruit which she saw before her. Still those eyes... those eyes that shown with such life and passion... Those eyes that pierced the darkness as if it were but an inconvenience, a curtain that could be drawn away at a minor whim. A pulsing within her skull caused the child-like figure to wince momentarily, but quickly she turned back to admire the flickering light beyond the windowpane. Slowly a hand was raised, and a palm colder than the glass pressed forward as if to grasp the light from where it flickered in the darkness. That hand was mere inches from the woman's, yet Evalin made no more movements to draw nearer. From her lips poured a sweet melody, words dipped in the blackness of the world and etched with the wisdom born of a time long spent in this world, "You speak well for one so young... I admit a little admiration for a mortal who would stand before the darkness of eternity and be so bold, though from you I sense there is more darkness than light." A smile graced those tiny lips, "To these eyes which see far beyond that which you could understand, I see in you the likeness of this flickering flame. It is a small point of illumination in the darkness of this world. A singular existence that would fend off the shadows about it, yet even now I see it... The flickering flame known as life is so fragile, so easily snuffed out and then... The darkness consumes it as if it were never there." Those eyes that spoke of hunger and greed flickered over the candle, and a tilt of her head brought those eyes to look upon the girl's once more, "What need have I for warmth in this world? What purpose does it bring? It is naught but a shackle mortals bear that prevents them from truly seeing the vast and endless possibilities in this existence." Bringing her hand back the girl looked upon her palm, raising it before the flame as if to block out its light, "You speak of my existence as if you could understand, just as all of your kind do. Think you not that it is not we who are afraid, but you instead?" Her smile spread once more and those small fingers clinched into a fist. Letting her hand fall Evalin turned to look directly at the woman before her, "Is it not your kind who ponder and fret over what lies within the darkness? Who whimper and plead to the gods for protection in this harsh world? No my dear, I do not believe it is us who are afraid. Tell me, know you how immortality comes to pass?" Turning the girl would rest her back against the wall, wrapping her tiny hands about her staff and speaking softly. Those eyes of red would look up to view the stars far above, "When one chooses to step beyond the boyndaries of mortality, one must first face death..." Evalin turned her head to smile, a ghoulish expression upon the face of a child emphasized by the ember points of light in her skull, "I have taken that step which many are 'too terrified to take', and the results are me as I am before you. My dear, I have faced the darkest void and stared into the emptiness that awaits all who would give themselves up to the reaching hand of the end... I have stood upon the edge of existence and faced the judgement there, yet I have returned far greater than I ever was. From the darkness that is so feared by you mortals I have accepted the gift of immortality, though of course it is not quite complete yet." Shrugging her shoulders Evalin looked back to the sky, "Tell me... What would you do if you were born into a life destined to be ended far sooner than it should have? What if your body was nothing more than an empty husk, a ball and chain that held your mind and spirit captive in this world," Her eyes drifted off in idle speculation for a moment, but soon the fell upon the woman's once more, "If you were offered the chance to truly live, would you refuse it and say 'I have accepted my fate, and I am pleased that my end has come'...?"

[Aislin]

"Does that come as a surprise nuit? Considering the place that is called home?" Aislin asked as she lifted a single brow into a high arch, and turned to peer at her elder, trapped within a child's body. "When failing to offer both body and soul to the god of evil himself brings untimely death?" There was a pause. "Prolonged though, in that the 'stryfe would torture you first, for quite some time. Just to be sure you're not in line with the insurrectionists, the Rising Dawn. Or at least, that's what they call themselves these days; they've gone by many names throughout the ages. But it seems as though they are little more than those which stain the walls with heathen lexicons." Again the woman paused as she pulled her spare hand up, and trailed her fingers through her hair. Tearing apart several knots before returning her limb to her side. "Attempting to slander Rhysol's good name. The hand that keeps all chaos at bay, despite the title he bears as defiler. Ironically enough." Aislin sighed, allowing her gaze to fall to her feet. But what could a nuit know of such things? Aislin slowly shook her head. "What makes you think I am afraid?" she asked as she pulled her eyes up and stared into flickering flame. That which reflected against smoldering coals cast in the center of each icy eye. "There isn't much that I fear. Nothing much in this world worth fearing." Her pointer scratched the glass, as though trying to flick the barrier away, and get at what it contained. "Maybe some of the others, just like some of you." She paused a moment, considering. "Do you remember what it is like to live, nuit?" Aislin asked. "Do you remember what it is like to truly feel? To be bound by emotion? Sorrow? Happiness? Anger? Lust? Do you remember what it is like to experience sensation? To burn your hand on a candle? To feel your spine tingling from winter's first chill? Frost biting at your nose? Do you remember what it is like to tremble when someone puts you ill at ease? What it's like to hold the man or woman you love in your arms? To kiss them? To let them complete you?" For a moment Aislin fell silent as she turned to look at the girl. So much shorter than she. Eyes glowing like feral animal, in the black of night. Aislin shook her head as her heart ached. "I know naught of how immortality comes to pass stranger. But what remains known is that your kind seems so very fearful. Fragile, in that they fled the shackles of a singular life. Shed the ability to experience and to feel. To truly live. Trading everything that makes this existence meaningful for a continuation of things, but at what cost? Sure, you may keep on learning, adding to your expertise as your body rots, forcing you to run to another. To keep on taking that which doesn't belong. But what point is there when you can no longer so much as experience the joy of accomplishing anything? Share your days with anyone other than your own, for the whole world settles into your wake. They want little to do with you nuit, if anything... but does it matter, do you have the heart to care?" Aislin asked as her gaze wavered, as though lost behind molten sheets. Shards of crystalline water. Aislin shook her head, willing the moisture away. Willing herself to keep on thinking. To remain in step with the undead. She took a deep cleansing breath, in through the nose, and out through the mouth. "Thank you for your sentiments, but if faced with death, I'd embrace it. Your gift doesn't seem to suit me. Nor does it suit everyone else, even the craven who hide in shadow. Trembling in the corners of buildings in futile attempt to hide from lady death. Come eventually to reap them from this world with aide of silver scythe, glistening an ominous red in the moon's light." The whore smiled wickedly as her lips curled into a small grin. "Honestly nuit, even if this life proved to be short, it would be enough. There is no need to lengthen a largely tedious existence. A largely miserable one. I'm sorry the same couldn't have been said for you," she finished before falling silent for quite some time. Lost in thoughts of her wasted lover. How she had betrayed him to be come who she was today. What she was today. Aislin had bartered before, offering a part of herself to become something more, just like the nuit. So how could she say they were so very different? A subtle breeze picked up, tousling silken strands of raven colored hair. It roused the half blood, drawing her out of her thoughts. The considerations her mind lent. "It seems despite all of your experiences, there are things you have overlooked. Or perhaps, simply chosen to strip from your mind," Aislin whispered. "You may have been mortal once, but you do not seem to understand what it means. It's a shame, there is a beauty in it, as with everything. Even unlife, that which you have made." The voider sighed. "Because you fear it, just as so many others do. You fear death. Fading away; being forgotten. Never making anything of your name; never leaving it in your wake. That is why you cannot die, isn't it? You could never forgive yourself if you drifted from memory quite as easily as parts of your past have seemed to. You would never sleep soundly in your grave if you knew that who you were wasn't worth mentioning in the years to come." With that, Aislin turned her head. Casting hardened gaze upon crackling skin. "Isn't that right, nuit?"

[Evalin]

The small figure did not stir while the voider spoke her words, and neither did a sound escape from that empty husk that once housed a beating heart and soul. Evalin's mind ticked absently over what was being said, She speaks well for one so young... her heart beats wildly in the passions of youth and pain. A chill stirred as well, pressing against her mind to whisper softly, From lips fall words dipped in pain and agony. From fingers fall a knife half buried in the past. From eyes echos screams of terror and strife. From skin drifts the call of lust and seduction... Evalin touched her necklace, whispering softly in her mind an echo to the words spoken to her, Yes... but from the pain of the world there comes a certain flavor that cannot be ignored. A soul that is untouched, white as the fallen snow is also bland and tasteless. No... it is the soul drenched in the blood of the weak, seasoned by the lies oft spoken and passions freely explored that are truly worthy of coveting... From the chilled pressing of another mind came a chuckle that was just barely noticed, Oft the blood that coats the souls are offerings from those who seek them so passionately... At this Evalin smiled, Be it ever so, my dear Tsenrika. Looking back at the woman the immortal parted those lips and whispered soft words, "Indeed I do remember... I remember the touch of the wind upon my cheek, and the echo of the waves upon the shore. I still remember the quaking pain that racked my body each day and night, and I still remember the feel of my limbs that could not support my own weight." Her smile spread as she continued, "I remember the taste of blood that coated my tongue with every breath, and the chilled hand of the end that pressed against my neck with every... passing... second..." She turned her gaze to look at the stars above, absently ringing her staff with her hands, "You ask me questions that so many have before, and yet even so my answer cannot change." Evalin straighten, turning to look at the woman with eyes that glimmered with amusement, "More and more you speak of fear, of the trifling and pitiable notions that mortals hold within them. My dear girl, I care not if I am known throughout this land. It matters little to me if a single person remembers my existence." Those lips spread further to reveal teeth still white as they were in life, "I work hard for the opposite in fact." Chuckling softly Evalin shook her head, looking up with shining crimson points filled with amusement. Those eyes... from those eyes life did not echo, and instead there was an endless void that spoke of a window into the world of endless silence, "I do wonder what gives one such as yourself the courage to speak so to one of my kind. Your eyes... your eyes speak of more pain than many can boast of. I wonder... I wonder if you taste of the blood of one, or many..." She would let this sentence hang in the air for a moment, but then her smile would fade and those eyes would return to look once more at the candle, "A flickering flame... that is the life that you now live. A brief existence, one that is but a blink for one such as I... yet still I understand with a heart that once was mortal." She raised an eyebrow, leaning upon her staff as she spoke, "Think you that I cannot see? Think you that my mind is far too aged now to see what mortality holds? Yes... yes I see what was lost upon accepting this darkness. A thousand times I see reminders of what could have been, yet..." She chuckled and shook her head, "No... That is not something you would understand. What matter it though? What matter the words I speak? I know how you who stand within the flow of time see we who stand upon the rivers edge." The girl stepped closer, looking up into the face of this woman who stood so defiantly against the darkness, who spoke words that many would fear to utter, "Now then... Grace me with a name which I might call you. Where it might be custom for your kind to be so crass as to refer to one as what they are, we who stand beyond the flow of time find it far more pleasant to refer to one as their true title." OOCWow Eva sure is talkative tonight! Maybe it is just the company, but I have not written this much dialog in a looong time XD

[Aislin]

Something within Aislin stirred. A fuming cauldron from which toxin leaked, "if any of that had been true, you wouldn't be here right now," she insisted through teeth near clamped. Porcelain walls which shimmered in the moon's light without break. Her nails scraped against the glass, running in diagonal lines up and down, like a dog begging to be let out. They kept up for several ticks, before changing. Becoming an incessant prod, a sort of grate which tapped out the beats of a live woman's heart. "You are a fool nuit, and for that you are pitied. You believe that by simply taking that which doesn't belong to you, you gain life. You believe that by hopping from carcass to carcass is in a way, immortality. But you are so very wrong," the woman shook her head lightly to emphasize a point as her gaze hardened. Molten pools becoming jagged, crystallized shards. Fixated on feral shades of red, hidden behind bloodied rivers cast against rounded hills of white. "You may be able to extend your existence by it, but look at what you have become. You're a traveling corpse. A piece of rotting flesh from whose sallow bones hang split skin. Do you even keep the organs, nuit? Or do you discard them so as to feel all the more powerful, because you don't need them like we do? The truly living do." Aislin smirked, "perhaps that is what gives you such a sense. The notion that you are immortal, when in reality, you could be ripped of this world's cradle as easily as a newborn babe." With that, Aislin laughed cruelly. "The hour has drawn late, nuit. It is no question that for the time being, Leth is the one who rules the sky." She paused a moment as she pulled her hand off the glass panes and returned it to her side. "This is where we are bid to part, so that mortal eyes, needy eyes, may shut the world out for but a blink." The whore smiled warmly, "before they are ripped open by the mighty hand of Syna and her attendants." The woman paused as she bowed her head respectfully, and then pulled herself back up. "Goodnight nuit, and may the name Aislin always linger on your lips. The taste of it is a subtle one; although, like the rose, it too has its thorn," she finished, widening her smirk as she took the first of many steps around the nuit, and moved past her. On her way back to the brothel, which she was certain looked even more dismal this time of night from the outside, than it did throughout the course of most days. But that was the beauty of it all, it reminded people not to judge a book by its cover. Or in this case, a door frame and surrounding paint job. Long sweeps of fabric rippled about the woman's ankles as she made her way along the docks. Heels clicking against damp boards, and those that had grown so worn and loose with wear, that it seemed a surprise to her they didn't simply snap, tossing her into the black waters which lay beneath. Sighing, as she shook her head lightly once more, tousling raven colored hair, Aislin found that she couldn't help but think of the nuit, and how strange their encounter had been. But there was one thing that stuck out above everything else: what did she mean about her blood? Whether it would taste as though it belonged to one, or the masses? OOCIt's alright, my pc is getting to be that way as well.

[Evalin]

Evalin stood still as words washed over her, buffeting her and rocking the silent air with sudden stirred emotions. The girl looked up into those eyes that gazed down into her own with a new fire. Molten fury, unrestrained bitterness and loathing coating the throat of this beautiful figure in the night. It was...

Evalin made no moves to stop the woman's words, nor did she offer any rebuke or counter in return. What she spoke was true after all. Ever word, every phrase uttered with such distain and disgust struck just as they were intended, yet still... The girl did not move. Her eyes did to stray, her expression did not falter. There was not anger called forth, nor sadness, nor anything else resembling emotion... The little girl was a mask of utter nothingness, though her eyes did shine a little brighter.

The nuits eyes followed the woman's as she moved passed her, and those cold lips spread ever so slightly as she whispered softly, "Farewell my rose in bloom..."

For a moment the girl watched as the woman walked away, but then she turned, taking up her staff, and began to tread slowly in the opposite direction.

Seek you not to quench your cravings...?

An amused smile graced Evalin's lips and she shrugged, I think that this flower is best left unpicked...

For a time the familiar remained silent, simply letting the echoes of the night reign, but then his chilled voice slipped within the folds of Evalin's consciousness once more, That is... most unlike you...

Evalin shrugged and chuckled, tapping her staff on the ground as she made her way down the empty streets, Perhaps... but then I am not so quick to offer my immortality for a drop of unripened blood.

A life pain and long trials ripen not the blood to your liking?

Pausing the girl glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the docks, No... But I feel that this child has yet to reach the peak of what she is capable of. Evalin's smile broadened to a ghoulish grin, "Aislin... What an interesting woman." Turning the nuit continued walking, "I will return one day. I wonder... how sweet will you taste then?"