[color=darkturquoise][i][b][u][center][h3]Araceli Accai[/h3][/center][/u][/b][/i][/color]

The mage heard a flat voice speak her names, and after a moment her eyes drifted upward towards the figure that stood before her.  Imposing.  Confident.  Tall.  It wasn't easy to tell if that tone had been emotionless because the girl wasn't trying to reveal anything, or simply emotionless because her new owner thought she was looking at a semi-intelligent slab of meat.  And they were standing a bit too close for comfort for this entire interaction, leading to the airbender leaning backwards subconsciously.

After a few more seconds, the mage realized it was probably her turn to say something in return as she looked into those amber eyes.  This was certainly the woman from her picture.  [color=darkturquoise]"... h-hi ... can I assume you are Lady Margaux?"[/color]  Most vampires seemed to prefer respect as well, right?  Would that make her a little less heartless?  Araceli lifted herself off the seat and gave a deep bow towards the vampire who would feast on her for the rest of her days.  [color=darkturquoise]"How ... how do you wish for me to address you?  P-please sit.  If you want!"[/color]

It would be rather obvious and apparent to anyone nearby that she was terrified as she was doing her absolute best not to bolt and run away from this situation.

[@Dusksong]