Someone's Moving In

There was a man who came into the dorm and Cerra's instincts already shot a look in his direction. When she looked upon him she got a wave of colors, colors bleeding other darker colors. But as it waved over her like the sea it seemed to slowly loose the energy and vibrancy. "The Weary Soldier is here now, such a troubled past i see. Though from the whispers of the chorus it seems like he has found some new color in his life." Her voice wasn't quite what it had been a second ago. It would still sound strange but now it was distant, like she wasn't exactly speaking to the two people in front of her right now.

Blinking Cerra looked between the two of them. "It seems the False Twin knows the Weary Soldier. I guess I must introduce myself properly. I am called Color Seer, but as I said previously those of the beating heart persuasion find this name to odd. Creation has instructed me that when in the company of the moving blood that they are to call me Cerra as the False Twin has proclaimed."

His eyes looked between the two girls, "as long as you agreed to give the blood...and she doesn't turn via bites then it's ok."

He sighed with relief, keeping his hand on Nia's shoulder he looked to Cera, "I'm Aedan Drago, Nia is...." he smiled, "she's my little sister." He crouched and hugged the small girl again, "are you feeling dizy? Having blood drawn can do that."

He looked to Cera, "the school gives free blood packs to vampiric students," he told her, "just ask for them," Nia was not particularly healthy, so drawing blood might be a bad idea.

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Cerra flicked her hand through the air like she would be waving away a fly. "It requires more blood then what I took for there to be any danger. For her to turn I would need to drain all of her blood then give her the Gift of my blood. This would also require the accent from my Elders." Cerra gave a shrug like it was obvious.

When the Weary Soldier spoke about the blood packs she rolled her eyes. "Creation has told me, but the Packs of Essence are not as vibrant. They are dead color and it sometimes gets stomach turning to eat it. But it is good to know the False Twin is taken care of, though looking upon you Weary Soldier I am at unease with seeing your fading color. But if Twin is fine with your company who am I to argue."

It took Cerra a moment to regester what The False Twin said but she nodded in accent. "It is my name after all, why would I deny you that ability to call me by name?"

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Cerra seemed to roll her eyes at the Weary Soldier saying that there were more like Nia in the school. The beating hearts usually said these things, but each of them and those who were gifted with the Eternal Life were different. All had their own color, their own life. None were the same, the closest Cerra had found so far was Twin and herself but this was coincidence, or it could be the will of Creation. None could know it's true pattern. "Every being is different, all have their own lives."

"I shall forestall my current... unpacking. The task is not as interesting as Twin is. Come I think you who have beating hearts call this time Break-Fast. And as far as my sight has seen Twin has not yet devoured her own sustenance." Cerra began to move towards the door like she was expecting the two people behind her to follow. Creation would show her the way to where these ones could gain their food.