#;;iris

“i dunno, iris. i wouldn’t take his word for anything. he hasn’t even napped so...can’t be trusted.” corey had not allowed spencer full reign upon the fridge, as a means of also...allowing herself full reign on the fridge. “was the cake for anyone in particular?” she asks, using a wash cloth to wipe a bit of frosting from her own fingers, while leaving the damning evidence on spencer’s cheeks....just to be sure it was seen and noted first. “we should go to the store, you know...to keep up with this little outlaw of ours.” corey had a bit more spring in her step as she bounded lightly in closer to iris, her lips catching her cheek, and then her eyes catching their tiny daughter’s in iris’ arms. “you are probably your momma’s favorite right now, huh? you don’t even like cake.” yeah, probably because she couldn’t have cake.

       Iris wasn’t exactly young, he is fifteen, but still a child by vampire standards however. The half-breed tilts his head as she knelt down in front of him. He could tell she was a little uncomfortable, so he did his best not to be as intimidating as he probably was. He smiled a little. “Whoa...” He lets out, he hesitantly reaches out to touch one of her antlers gently before he lowered his hand, “that’s freaking awesome!” He cheered.

she was about as far south as she could get and only planned on making her way further back north to juneau, but for wanting to cover land it was the small town of ketchikan that had her attention now. it was late enough in the summer that it was still warm but there was still a cooler breeze that kept her skin from getting too hot as she traveled. it left her comfortable in just her white thermal shirt and jeans and her usual boots, which, didn’t say much because temperature didn’t really reach her but she still took note of it because in a place like this it could change in minutes and harshly no matter the time of year. pulling her backpack higher she slipped into the small store, the door creaking and the air dusty in sunlight but her attention went right to the rows of snacks she wanted to load up on. it was natural for corey to make note of every person in a room and her eyes went first to the little old man behind the counter, dark skin and mumbling native tongue as he read through a newspaper and then amber eyes moved to the other in the space, female, about her age maybe give or take a year or so; whatever the difference it wasn’t noticeable and she moved closer to where she was because well....same destination in mind; corey was interested in the candy. “at least here it’s not so over-priced.”