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Peller. 28. She/her. Weaver. (Wicked. Air Elemental.) Human.

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“I am always cold.” Zion shrugged at the approaching human. Vampires were not breathing things and therefore body heat was only there is you stood by the fire or created some measure of friction between skin. The fire danced in her eyes, life reflecting back from the human. Zion loved to look at human eyes and really see the glistening threat of tears, fear was always entertaining. However, she enjoyed looking into the content eyes of this human, happy and maybe a bit fatigued. 

“You look exhausted. They made the humans put this all together right? How do they expect you to enjoy yourself if you been working like a mule all day?” She laughed at the logic behind it. It was odd to share a conversation with a human and actually want to pursue it further, humans were food…..at least that is what she was forced to think, forced by some deep rooted hunger she couldn’t sate. 

So with some measure of acceptance, maybe even pitty, Zion took her cloak and draped it over the girls shoulders, “What is your name, love?”

“Oh.” Peller looked over at the woman she had walked up to, as though considering her statement for a bit. “I didn’t know it worked like that.” Technically vampires were not living in the same way humans were, so she supposed it made sense.

A smile appeared on her lips as the woman spoke of the preparations, and she nodded. “Mostly. But to be fair, I think people from other species contributed,” she pointed out. Though she didn’t want to take away from the fact that the humans had done their share and a bit more, she felt the need to correct her regardless. Besides, putting up decorations was hardly the biggest job done preparing the festival; at least she didn’t pull up trees and branches from the water. Then, with a playful look in her eyes, she added, “I take it you didn’t, though.” 

She did not think it was necessary for the vampire to lend her the cloak. It was cold, yes, but she had gone to the fires to make up for the fact that she didn’t have anything for herself, didn’t she?Still, she could not deny the comfortable warmth the cloak brought. “Thanks. I realise I should’ve brought a jacket when I left home.” She wrapped it a bit tighter around her. “It’s Peller. I don’t think I know yours...?”

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Parnus chuckled. In fact, he was actually a fan of how the sand got everywhere. “Sure, it’s frustrating getting it out when it’s all said and done but… it’s sort of a reminder of the fun you had during it all, isn’t it?” he offered, trying to turn a negative into a positive. “Even though it itches–I’ll agree with you there.”

He’d seen the woman around the market from time to time–but never as often as the usual Midnight Market-dwellers. She probably tended to stick to the sunlight–which wasn’t uncommon and he didn’t blame her for it. If he had the opportunity he would never be awake at night… ever. And he’d see every dawn and every high noon in the whole wide world, and climb every mountain peak just to see what the sun looked like without the clouds covering it up.

“Oh…” He looked back to the rest of the party and gave a shrug. “I mean, well…” Parnus struggled to come up with an answer. “I… I will, but… for right now I sort of wanted to… get away from the crowd, you know?”

He cleared his throat and offered the young woman the wooden plank and seared fish with a smile. “Want some? I can’t exactly eat it.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” she told him after considering his take on the sand. She cocked her head to the side, regarding him. This man had such a different mind set than she, and she could not deny it was like a breath of fresh air. As he stumbled forth an answer, she nodded with understanding. “I know. It’s why I’m here too.” Partly true, anyway.

Her eyes narrowed in on the food he had brought. Not particularly used to being around vampires, she was ignorant to small things like this. She had not thought anything special about it before he mentioned he couldn’t actually eat it. “Oh!” Surprise coloured her features as it all dawned on her. “Well--I’d love to. Thank you.” It had been hours since she last had picked up some food for herself, and when he offered the wooden plank, she noticed how hungry she truly was. After taking a bite of it, she turned her eyes back to his, curiosity glimmering in her eyes. With the previous stumble of words, it struck her that perhaps she should not ask him about the food. Yet, as it often ended, she could not let it go without at least giving him the opportunity to explain it.

“You know the way to a human’s heart, don’t you?” she teased. Then, raising her brows slightly in questioning, though not unkindly, she added, “did you bring it in hope of meeting another lonely soul along the shore, then?”

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The festival had appeared to be going well enough that he could warrant some time alone. Escaping to a lone fire Darius took moments to breathe and decompress before raising his gaze to the sky. The beauty of the moon quickly began to occupy his mind and was all Darius could think about. Often considering the moon and him old friends. It was common for him to just come out and enjoy being basked within its light. Accompanied by the stars he would marvel at their beauty ever since that night within the court; Finding out the death of the previous king. 

So entranced he neglected to may attention to his surroundings. His solitude broken by the honeyed voice. “Huh? Sorry i must’ve gotten lost in thought, but yeah it is now that you mention it. Come sit by the fire.” He patted the long he had been sitting on, “I’d offer you my coat had I thought ahead to bring one 

“Well, thank you anyway. I planned to bring one, but forgot it in the rush of getting out the door. You know how it is, right?” Or maybe she was simply hopeless when it came to these things--she had never been particularly good at planning outside her work. Still, she offered the man a grateful smile at the invitation as she sat down on the log. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes, let the heat of the fire wash over her skin. It was the part about the cold that she appreciated--getting back to the warmth and let it embrace her. Though not quite like the feeling the breeze would give her the few times she gave into it, it was the closest she had found.

Peller then glanced at the man again. She had never been particularly fan of the Upyr. She douted any human was, honestly. Despite the voice that told her nobody could possibly do anthing in the confines of this festival, another voice would tell her it was foolish not to be wary. The man seemed kind, however, and she had never been one to show her judgements openly, not when they had not made themselves deserved to it. So, to get her mind off to other tracks, her eyes turned to the sky above them, where his gaze had been before she interrupted his moment of solitude. “The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?” She offered him another smile, oblivious to the fact that the stars might not have been his center of attention. “I understand why you’d get carried away.”

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Sandcastles | bvb EVENT

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“Hello Peller.” Zak smiled at the woman who had approached him…. finally, He had noticed her thoughts before, questions left lingering in that unspoken space between them. It was a relief that she finally came to him. She now presented an opportunity to share little pieces of himself and gain the trust that he needed to make her feel comfortable being different.

“The sand is so unbearably itchy and it gets everywhere…. I do mean everywhere.” He shook out his hair, spraying sand particles all around them with a hearty chuckle.

A private place to talk, a swim away from the crowds…, “There is a rock way out there in the lake…. see?” Zak placed his hand on her shoulder, gently guiding her line of sight to the rock. In the daylight it was a nice place to jump from but it would be less crowded now given the festivities.

“We can talk too; I have been meaning to catch up in passing but have always been so busy…” Or depressingly crying in his room. It deepened on the day and the thoughts that never left him alone.

She pressed her lips together into a smile as she watched him get the sand off him. It was true that it really got everywhere. She knew once she got home, she’d have to brush off sand from all over and cope with it being strewn across her whole living area, even if she was careful not to let it do so. That was just how it worked, she supposed. Annoying, yes, but the ocean was beautiful enough to draw her to it every once in a while despite it.

“Being part of the Tribunal must take up a bit of time, I imagine.” She turned to the lake to look at the rock he pointed out. It looked like a pleasant place to relax, and a place to get away from the crowd. She wasn’t particularly bothered by all the people, but if Zak did, she wouldn’t mind getting away for a moment. He intrigued him, besides, and she had a lot of questions. Most that she wouldn’t ask aloud, not this time anyway, thinking it better to approach it all slowly rather than all at once. Admittedly, she was a little surprised to hear he was interested in talking to her too, as they had never been very close. Regardless, she appreciated the notion, and it certainly made it easier to get hold of him than she had expected to.

"Sounds good.” Her eyes turned back to the Wicked. Then a mischievous look danced in her eyes. “Last one to the rock owes the other... something, right?” There was no harm in a little fun, after all, and she was confident she had a decent chance at winning. “A cup of coffee? Or if you want some higher stakes... a secret? I promise I won’t rob you for all the confidential information.” Flashing a smile, her body language showed she was about to set off, though before doing so, she wanted to get some sort of confirmation that he was in it too: “Yeah?”

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She had taken part of the preparations to the festival, putting up decorations and otherwise helped carry things back and forth. She had been excited for it, really; it was an opportunity to let things calm down a little bit. Hell, they certainly needed it. While she--among with most humans, she supposed--was a bit cautious around supernaturals these days, this festival was an opportunity to make things right. Besides, if they didn’t, humans like herself would certainly be on the losing side.

Hours into the festivities, when the moon had risen high upon the sky, the exhaustion from the day seemed to crash down on her. Her body felt heavy and tired, and with it, the cold slowly but surely managed to creep in on her. She had forgotten to bring something to put over her attire, and despite both the cold and the exhaustion tugging at her, she was not yet ready to leave it all behind. After all, there were still activities left to participate in. Thus, when she spotted a single person by one of the fires, she took her chance and made her way over to them. 

“It’s starting to get a bit cold, isn’t it?” 

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Sandcastles | bvb EVENT

The Beach was still lit by the last rays of sun. The festival would be starting soon. He had been helping set the lanterns and anchor the boats on the race path. He loved the water more than Aya. Now the preparations were complete and there he stood with his pants rolled up to his knees, feet bare, and shirt tied around  his waist. He smiled a half crooked smile looking out over his handiwork as he chomped down on a fish stick. 

“You want me to show you how to really build a sandcastle?” The children were running around with buckets and small gardening shovels that they had repurposed. He was very good with kids, the sort of fun loving adult sized kid who would make a great father if he lived long enough to find the other half of his soul. “You got to wet the sand and pack it down like this.” 

They laughed with him as they started their grainy mission. It wasn’t long until Zak was covered in sand clinging to his damp skin. The children had abandoned their mission as soon as the night sky was out in full force. Parents were still weary of the darker natures mingling in and out of the crowds. 

“I know, I look terrible and sand is really a pain. It gets up into all my business.” He shook some from his pants with a wink. “Want to go for a swim later?”

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Zak was one Peller was curious about. He was one of the Wickeds who had found themselves in the good graces of the Keeper and was allowed to stay with them. Admittedly, she had no plans of entering the tribunal--she lacked the knowledge associated with it, as well as the interest--but part of her hoped Zak could reveal how a Wicked was prevented from being sent away. A plan B, of sorts, if her urges to the wind did not calm down soon and let her live normally. 

And so, she had looked for him, determined to strike a conversation or find out more about him. The first time she had seen him, he was surrounded by kids and building sand castles, and she had moved on, thinking there’d be another chance later into the evening. After all, parents didn’t like the thought of their children playing around in the dark surrounded by Vampires or Upyrs. Understandably.

Once the moon was high on the sky, she spotted him yet again. This time unoccupied, and she was glad to make her way over. A smile spread upon her lips as she did. “Tell me about it,” she told him; she had gathered a fair share of sand clinging to her arms and legs through-out the day and finding it almost impossible to brush it off. Though the amount of sand that clung to her was not near as much as Zak, a swim didn’t sound too bad. “Later? I was thinking a race to the water.”

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The Humans weren’t eager to part with their food to someone who wouldn’t be able to eat it. He didn’t want to eat it and waste the taste of something that, no doubt, tasted amazing, on someone who wouldn’t even be able to swallow it let alone enjoy it.But eventually one nice elderly woman managed to steal him half of a fillet on a wooden board, and Parnus went about his merry way to see what the rest of the Festival was about. 

There was very little chance of anyone getting Parnus to sit in a boat to row all the way to the other side and back again–while he saw it fun for the others, there was nothing about it that he wound enjoy. But when some talked about lighting lamps on the lake surface, the Vampire couldn’t help but think of the first time he went to Lake Glass and stood at the bottom with his lack of breath. Perhaps that would be a beautiful sight to see from underneath the water surface, rather than on top of it.

Eventually Parnus found his way over to a rockier part of the shore, hoping to get away from the music for a moment.                          But it seemed he wasn’t the only one with such an idea in mind.

He recognized the young woman in passing–maybe they had done a trade or two. There were plenty of people who worked during the daytime that Parnus never got to see. He could smell the sunshine caught trapped inside the strands of her hair.

Parnus approached, his voice silent but his feet crunching on the rocks signaling that she was no longer alone; Vampires approaching women these days really didn’t bode well for anyone involved.

“Did you know that the whole beach once used to look like this?” Parnus asked her, and kicked a stone into the water, “the rocks, I mean. Not the sand. The sand came later. I can’t remember who told me that but… it just seemed true.”

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The wind was strong near the sea. It made her thoughts race whenever she did not keep herself occupied. Part of her had ached for the feeling of the wind in her hair and how it brushed over her skin. It gave her a comfort she couldn’t seem to replicate in other ways. However, it all made her a little uneasy. She did not want to enjoy it as much as she did. The feeling she got from it was not entirely human, and she knew that. At first she had tried to watch the boats. Once that had not been enough, she had moved on to dancing. It came to a point where that too seemed to lose her attention, and her thoughts came back to her.

At last, she excused herself from the crowd and moved herself to a more deserted part of the beach. It was the farthest she could move from the party without leaving it completely, and she thought that perhaps if she could take a moment and sort her head out, she might rejoin the festivities without thinking much about it later.

She had not been alone for very long until she heard footsteps behind her, followed by a voice. Turning, she saw a familiar face, one she hadn’t had the chance to speak with very often yet. She knew who he was--or what he was, rather--as vampires living among the humans was not very common. The fact that he had allowed himself to make a sound while approaching was one that eased her mind. 

“I didn’t,” she replied, glancing over at the beach to imagine how it might’ve been. “I wish I could have been there to see it, though--I don’t like how the sand gets everywhere, you know?” She scrunched her nose a little, a small smile playing on her lips. She turned back. “Why aren’t you joining the festivities?”