Casra met Theodor’s eyes and gave a little grin, her own sparkling white fangs showing. “Good evening, Theodor,” she said, her voice drizzled with a sort of jestful sarcasm, “so nice of you to come down and tower over me.”

Casra had always been one to prefer that others maintain a social distance in her presence, this including her closest friend. Standing up from her chair she strode forward crossing the foyer. The candlelights reflected off her pale flesh, white-blonde hair, and charcoal dress, giving the undead woman a rather capturing appearance. Were she “alive” any mortal man would call her a divine sight, dazzling, and beautiful. Most rather would be to frightened by the pale, fanged woman to offer her any compliment, and she cared little. The praise and admiration of the short-lives meant nothing to her.

Casra propped against the doorframe that lead into the parlor nearby as she spoke again to Theodor, “I am glad you and the others are finally awake, it was getting boring just sitting around. Besides I’m eager to have some fun this evening, Theodor.”

Casra smiled, pulling some strands of hair away from her ear. It had been a few nights since she and Theodor had gone out across the kingdom and tonight she had a little sport in mind. Granted she wasn’t [i]entirely[/i] sure it was something he would be interested in but she wanted to put it to the test no less. After a little it of letting loose the two could retune to the estate and share a needed conversation, something she was eager to discuss with her old friend.