I. Hate. Snow.

Long, black hair pulled up under a hat upon her head, with every strand pulled under except for a few bangs that kept her eyes somewhat hidden. Not like the bangs were needed; the shadow cast over her face caused by the rim of her hat covered most of her feminine facial features. The vampire's hands were in the pockets of her black pants, which of course where meant to be worn by males. She rarely dressed in anything feminine... she hadn't done so much her whole life, but it had gotten worse after what had happened.

Dark eyes gazed out the glass window, at the newly fallen snow. It wasn't much, but it still covered the ground. The air was cold enough to make it cold outside, as well as inside; especially in these abandoned stone rooms. She hated to admit it, but it actually did look pretty on the ground, and no matter how much she loathed it she couldn't deny it. Sighing, she looked around the room before looking out the window again. Fingers tapped softly upon the window pane, her hands hidden by black gloves. It was cold out, what could she say?

"I hate snow..." Cordelia said quietly to herself, tone masculine. It was habit; even if she was alone, she was still somewhat paranoid anyone could come in at any time. Besides, from usually pretending to be a male, it was just normal to her to speak in a deeper voice. "I hate it..."

Head turned around quickly upon hearing a younger, female voice. She spotted the girl and looked down at her, an annoyed look taking place on her face. The girl hadn't done anything, and she knew that, but the presence of others just annoyed her. She rolled her eyes when she asked what she hated. "If you had been listening, you might have actually heard, brat," she said, tone still masculine. She shook her head... some people just had to talk to others and listen to everything they said, didn't they? "But if it concerns you so much, I meant the snow. I'd at least hope you knew that it snowed here the other day."

The sound of footsteps outside the room caught Cordelia's ears, and she turned her head toward the door for a moment. Oh, great... someone else was probably out there, too. She shook her head, returning her eyes to the younger girl.

Cordelia rolled her eyes when she saw how the girl reacted to what she said. I'm guessing she's sensitive... she thought to herself. After all, 'brat' was just a word, and she called every child that. Sonlath hadn't seemed bothered by it... but then again, he was probably a totally different kind of child than this girl was. "Oh, please. Don't tell me that what I said made you upset," she said, her tone the same as before.

An eyebrow raised somewhat when she saw the girl look out the door. It seemed to her that someone else was there, but she didn't know for sure. She just kept silent about it, not wanting to ask and be told that there was no one there. She merely kept her eyes on the younger female and on the door instead.