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[/center][hr][right][i][color=00aeef]Location:[/color][/i]Ember Grove Park | [color=00aeef][i]Mentions[/i][/color]: Helene [@Ithradine]and Marius[@Tae][/right][hr]Shortly after the music had stopped, a young vampire approached – the 
scent of fresh kill still lingering on him. As soon as Veronika caught a whiff of it, her gaze grew intense but remained steady, watching the newcomer only through her peripheral vision. For a split second, a menacing aura emanated from her, but she supressed it. Veronika looked indifferent; her face betrayed nothing.

From the looks of it, they were quite young, maybe not even 200 years of age. The man seemed to recognize the girl, however, she looked perplexed – even worried when he had asked about her mother. Veronika's eyebrow rose as she pondered their relationship; they were neither family nor lovers. He clearly had not used [i]little princess[/i] as a term of endearment. The pair must have belonged to a clan, but more importantly, [i]which[/i] one? 

Veronika's run-in with the two – less than five minutes upon her arrival – did not bode well for her. Vampires used to hide in the shadows, striking only when it was dark. Now it seemed as though Ember Grove had turned into nothing but a playground for the supernatural. Despite the presence of hunters, vampires nowadays seemed braver and more cunning – they even dared to hunt in broad daylight. Power was clearly shifting. Eventually, something would tip the scale and chaos would ensue. Afterall, nature required balance. Although Veronika detested the hunters, they played a role at cleaning up vermin.

Veronika noted that the man was a problematic sort, and if the girl was somehow involved with him, it would be fair to assume that she was the same. At the thought of that, Veronika clicked her tongue and started to walk towards their direction. She held her chin high as she rested both hands behind her back.

However, intervention was not necessary. He did not reek of good intentions, but he also didn't seem to have intentions of hurting the young woman, at the very least. Later, Veronika would check the clan's archives to see if they had files on these two. For now, she would enjoy her afternoon [i]stroll[/i]. She gave the man a small knowing smile – a flash of amusement in her eyes – as she brushed past the two, humming the tune that the girl had played with her violin.