Avalai rested in the shadows, her legs crossed in a most ladylike manner. Her fingers drummed against the red leather armchair she sat on as they came into view and bowed. Finally, she rose.

She stepped into the moonlight, revealing her over the top and gorgeous red gown. Clearly she was in the favor of some very powerful people, as illustrated by the absurd but not gaudy amount of jewels adorning her hands. A quaint black hat pulled down over one of her eyes, leaving the one exposed to illuminate its metallic golden hue, appearing to glow in the darkness. She grinned, her exposed eye flashing as she appeared to be pleased with what was set before her.

"Fledglings!" She began, clearly excited, all hint of her former irritation mysteriously vanished. "I see great promise in you!" Her pale neck gleamed in the moonlight as she brought her chin lower to her chest, looking at them only in a way a predator would look at its prey. She stalked over to the dark skinned female and raised her hand to scrape her cheek with her long, red painted fingernails. Her eyes only seemed to light up more.

"A dark skinned vampire..." She breathed, clearly ecstatic. "So few of them left. Whoever decided to turn you had exquisite taste and had a grand head on their shoulders." She took Anrahs hands into hers. "I welcome you, a sister of the night."

Then her head turned to the male. Her eyes flicked up and down to examine him. And she sneered. 

"Ugh. No class. No taste. I doubt much should come of you, boy." She turned her back to them, walking over the windows as though she had not just completely insulted her new fledgling. "We should have them... hunt... tonight." A cheshire's grin in her voice.