who? @dulcesalazar where? mars palace
The chapel looms in the distance, and for the first time, Zoey wonders why did the Mars bloodlines decide to entrench themselves so deeply with the church. It is odd, no matter what everyone says, but she can't ask because people just keep looking at her weirdly. It's not her fault that they go too hard into the whole 'doomed catholicism' thing rather than add some color to their whole doom and gloom. Would it really kill them to add some yellows or oranges to offset all the red? Chewing thoughtfully on her pink silly straw as she drinks some artificial blood, Zoey allows her eyes to wander until she meets the eyes of someone who looks to be around her age, and that looks like she would agree with her thoughts about the lack of color of the palace, so she waves cheerfully as she slurps from her drink noisily. The fake blood isn't necessarily tasty, but she is sure she can top it off with some of her thralls later on.
"Hey! Are you also new here?"