She had tracked him from a whisper that she couldn't place - his name, again, came to the minds of others: Khayman. Khayman the Ancient, Khayman the Steward. Khayman the absent. 

New Orleans was hardly something to frighten her, despite it having been years since she had seen America, or Europe, or anywhere outside of the Cairo city limits. In reality, she had need to see him, to see for herself that he was alive, not dead, whole and somehow happy...

Perhaps she was selfish, but she doubted it entirely. 

Emily grabbed Alexi's hand and began to tug him out toward the garden, where she was sure Khayman would be. After all, what immortal could resist the scent of a garden after a warm, spring rain?

"I don't think that you'll have to worry about getting hurt in a mosh pit" Emily said, peeking into every room they passed just in case. "I may be small, but I'm still a vampire. I'm a lot stronger than I look. And Khayman--" Emily could help but laugh. "Khayman's built like  brick wall. Even if he weren't a vampire, I bet anyone that would try to hit him would just bounce off. Between the two of us, you'll be fine. Maybe we could even get you crowd surfing? Ah--!"

Emily could see Khayman through the glass of the door even before she opened it, sitting like some odd garden statuary amongst the colourful flowers. The moment that she opened the door, the myriad of scents wrapped around her like a soft blanket. Despite the recent rainfall, the air and ground held a lingering warmth from the sun of the day that she had always found uniquely comforting and beautiful.

New page, altered history  and a bit of a change in how she's portrayed. She's still going to be the same character at her core, just less fearful and more outgoing and bratty (which she already is with people she knows).

She's still a bit odd, she's still a bit timid and shy and she's still rather awkward.

I just want to be able to RP with people without having this huge hump at the beginning where she's scared out of her wits. Something like that might work in a book, with linear progression of character development, but it doesn't work very well in RPing. Instead, I think that she's just coming across as obnoxious.

If you have any input or suggestions, please send me a message! Anon is on. I'll take anything I can get.

He pressed his hand over the unmoving chest of his Khayman, stroking, in a vain attempt to wake him sooner. He'd already dressed and had someone take the time to style his hair, but it seemed his steward was slow to rise. He stretched now across the mattress beside him, propped on one elbow as he watched his face.