Seira Navillera often thought about the various encounters she’s had with different people throughout her entire life; whether or not most of them were sheer coincidence or fated was a question she was unable to answer, but when it came to one person in particular—a woman whose aura remained the same, even in spite of her countless visuals—the vampire was almost certain that it’d been a promised meeting, something neither of them had agreed to and yet here they were.
It was night time again (she rarely left the house when the sun was still up nowadays) and Seira was wandering around the outskirts of Baska Town almost cluelessly. She didn’t have a place she needed to visit, no destination in particular and yet something inside her made her leave the four walls she’d been hiding within for the longest time only to see what was perhaps waiting for her.
It was quiet inside the forest and even the usually noisy wildlife had been silenced by the presence of a predator. Seira hadn’t hunted animals for blood in a very long time (she very much prefered humans, as did any other vampire), but the instincts of lesser creatures were not to be fooled. Seira had no explanation as to why she kept wandering around in the dark all by herself, she only knew that if she were to stay inside her chambers for even another hour, she would have certainly gone crazy.
And she couldn’t afford losing her mind yet.
The woman remained relatively unfazed by her surroundings and merely enjoyed the cool breeze against her skin, until the wind carried a strangely familiar scent into her direction—an intoxicating fragrance sparked with a foreign essence she wouldn’t come to understand until she actually saw the person emerging from the darkness.