orlonditheroseâ:
đč No real dangers are supposed to roam Nommin Isle, as far as its premise goes. Thatâs one good thing about it. But the lack of shelter is a little bothersome. The vampire hasnât gotten around yet to build a proper shelter for himself and frankly, he has no real idea how to do it in first place. He has seen others doing tents with big leafs and branches. Or cutting trees to build comfortable wooden huts. But latter isnât really an option at all, as he has nothing to cut trees in first place.
Furthermore, so far he didnât really walk into anyone willing to give him some blood. He demanded it, he tried to assume the role of a helpless child to beg for it⊠but nothing really worked out so far. Is he not cute and convincing enough in the end? He sighs and now tries to ignore his grumbling stomach as heâs searching for someone to feed him. Until someone, or something, emerges from the bushes and a little shriek escapes him. How utterly embarrassing. But heâs remaining a little frozen until her goat butler just⊠disappears? Thankfully so.
âLady Virgilia? I⊠didnât expect to see you here.â Despite his initial surprise, she is the only person in Spirale so far who he actually addresses genuinely with respect. Even in a moment of shock. âWhy yes, I wouldnât mind a shady place to rest. I have been walking around here all day so far.â
Virgilia didnât pay much time to Orlondiâs reaction. She assumed the way of witches may come as a surprise to someone who isnât from her world. She was sure that some of the other witches would probably make a fuss and tease anyone who was lost in this world... The thought of it was enough to upset her.
She wasnât a conniving witch- she was a teacher. For 1,000 years, she has been the perfect guide and teacher. The only thing that has changed is that her student is now gone.Â
Ah, how sad. She shouldnât think about those things.Â
âOh-hoh-hoh! Witches certainly have a habit of appearing in unexpected places, you know? It is a stroke of luck that Iâve found someone, though.â She giggles to herself. âYes, your poor legs must be crying out in agony. Shall I call another attendant to carry you?â
âAnd... Are you- hungry?â

















