A slim, pale woman walked as if she were gliding through the castle halls. Her slippered feet made naught a sound, though the occasional brushing sound of her [url=http://www.annzley.com/upload/image/kp6tNFIr.jpg]dress[/url] while she walked. The vampire had a regal, no nonsense air about her, though her blue eyes seemed softer than the chiseled demeanor of her expression. Her hair was brushed smoothly from her face, but remained down, flowing in soft large curl to just rest on her narrow shoulders. She seemed to have a firm direction in mind and yet her gaze flitted about wildly, hardly resting. Perhaps she’d never truly become accustomed to the barrage of senses that came with becoming the undead.

In her light hands she carried a silver tray of glass goblets, each filled half way with blood. Though if one only saw the color and not the consistency, they might mistake it for wine. The goblets caught the faint light from flames as she lowered herself to the dungeons, where the fledglings had been laid to wake. She didn’t know if they were rested quite enough yet, but she knew they would thirst upon waking. And so the woman in white turned to the first open cell. She halted immediately upon seeing the new one standing, looking towards her, feet firm on the stone beneath them. 

“Oh, you’ve awakened,” Evelyn said simply, staring back at him. His hair seemed quite messy and the look on his face distraught.