Carrying her drink with her, Zafira heard a woman’s voice catch her as she passed by a barstool near a man feeding a box. Pausing in midstep, she looked at the woman who had quite the energy to her, the spellbinding  vibe that flowed from her was immense. It was amazing how the woman projected herself all over the tavern, holding a multitude of conversations at once. 

Stepping forward to the empty barstool, the horn made cup graced the dark wood of the bar top once more. Silence stood on her face as she joined the woman who welcomed Zafira to join her, a look of contemplation sat on her face as she read the woman carefully. In all her years walking the crust of this planet, this was one of the most interesting looking beings she had come into contact with, or maybe it was simply the white rose that sprouted from her second eye. 

“Thank you for your kindness, I would love to sit with you, stranger. “ In one full smooth movement Zafira had seated herself with the woman who then continued to joke that her bark was far worse than her bite. Smirking at the idiom the woman chose to use, Zafira finally brought the horn into the cool folds of her fingers. Lifting the rum to her lips was pure bliss in her mind, the touch of the dark liquid to her tongue exploded like fireworks in her mouth. The sense of taste to a vampire was unlike any other being, she could taste every ingredient put into creating the rum down to the very wood the barrel the rum fermented in. 

Holding the rum a moment longer on her tongue, she finally allowed the dark liquid to fall down her throat. Setting the cup at rest on the bar top, she turned to her new found companion. “Hello, let me introduce myself, so I am not a stranger any longer. I am Zafira Hawkthorne.” 


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