trouble on the way

[Continued from here x] @raynefoster​

“Don’t worry. I’m not hungry, and I wouldn’t want to make a scene here. I suppose you could say I have manners,” Rayne said, flashing a smirk. But the reality of her situation still dawned on her at times, the brutal, horrible way that she was turned all those years ago. “But I could use a drink. What would you like? It’s on me.” 

It was oddly reminiscent of home and yet worlds away. In this quaint little corner of England it felt more like like a story book than reality sometimes. Surrounded by decorations and children dressed in costumes she could almost forget. Almost. The chill in the air was far deeper than home ever would have allowed. It hardly seemed fair she had to come so far to find her place and was still yet to do so. She had no friends here. Not yet anyway. Sitting herself down on one of the public benches she sipped at her drink, people watching. Soon she saw someone approach from her peripheral, pausing when they neared her. “If you’re going to sit down, sit down. I don’t bite.” @veilsstarters​

Rayne had traveled a lot in her 119 years, and yet there was a particular energy about Wildemount that would, if she were like that, chill her to her bones. The party was an interesting one, children and adults in costumes chattering and squealing and going on the rides and ordering a Pumpkin Spice something. The air was chilly but fair. Rayne wore a sexy vampire costume; how very appropriate, she thought. Approaching one of the benches, Rayne was lost in thought as she carried her Pumpkin Spice latte and considered going into the maze next. It was then that another spoke to her and Rayne looked up, cocking her head to the side slightly. A small smile pulled at her features and she advanced until she was seated next to the other. “Well, I do bite.”