the streets were alive and well with music as jovial song comes from eager humans , unaware they shared it with vampires and culebras alike . the tribrid stands upon balcony , observing the fanfare , the sporadic feeding , smile tugging at either side of freckled face . arms decorated in leather cross beneath chest as gaze shifts to @epeolxtry , brow rising in apparent , pleasant surprise . " well , did you ever think we'd see the day ? " question comes from a girl no longer guarded by childhood innocence ; eighteen and already an atlas , much weight upon the shoulders of the one entity who could unite the factions .
" the treaty's signed , " tightly wound up scroll , signature bound by blood upon the page ; a renewal of a pact long since forged , but now things would be different . true peace will reside here , and hope vowed to see to it that the terms were heeded .
