@Blesses Blight (vvvvv)

When Ruka heard this, she smiled, and wiped her tears away. “I’m pretty?” She said as she danced more excited and happily. She had never been called pretty by any stranger, let alone one as beautiful as Gabriela. This was a huge compliment to her, something so quick that most people wouldn’t take to heart. Her father smiled too and he bowed to the vampyre as they crossed the room.


@Chris488 (vvvvv)

And then, although she could not see the many Anath’s dancing with her, she could sense that she was definitely not dancing just with her father. She could tell she was surrounded by something or someone that was very well intentioned. And her heart shone, the core of her, glowing just a bright enough glimmer of hope. It shone like the sun through a tangle of branches. 

Though she could not see, her Father did see the many Anath’s there and felt comforted by their presence as well. He nodded with a smile to them as he danced. By the time they both became exhausted, they felt that they had had some sort of meaningful interactions and they drank their juice boxes in triumph. 

After they had relaxed, he told Ruka to cover her eyes at the table as he spun around in his chair. He rolled back his his trench coat’s sleeve, which revealed metal coated spikes, plugging holes in his forearm. He produced from two separate wounds tiny dancing slivers of molten blood, cooling into metal form as it rose above the skin. Forming two intricate and perfectly crafted little top-like ornaments. 

He rolled his sleeve back carefully, turned to face Ruka, and rang them, small hand-held bells, beautifully etched with detailed metal work. They were as clean as could be, and cold to the touch. Ruka uncovered her eyes and hugged her dad and grabbed hers into her hand to play with. She picked her little satchel from her hip and dug into it, to pull out two small wooden pieces made up of a flexible wood that could be wrapped around the handles carefully. She delicately adorned both bells differently, to make them unique and then rang hers. 

“Only sparingly.” Salvador said. “We don’t want to overdo, and annoy the other guests here.” He said with a wink. And he began ringing his bell, soft as could be. “Service please.” He laughed, and just as soon as he said it, two menus had been thrown out onto their table from seemingly nowhere. 

@aia2022 (vvvvv)

This brought Ruka’s attention back to the fox mask at the other table. She had her father tie her bell into a lock of her hair as he walked over to the table cautiously. “Anybody there?” She asked sheepishly as she prodded at the mask. It seemed more detailed and somehow more special than the owl mask she wore. But she began searching the table for someone. “I could’ve sworn there was a lady here a minute ago. Did you see her?” She asked her father who simply shrugged.