Erica
*Day fell and night rose, the moon gifting its shimmering light to the immortal traveler to follow. Finally, after weeks and weeks of wandering desolate roads, feeding off of small animals while hiding away from the blazing sun. It seemed like luck was on her side. Thessalia entered the city of Crasmere at the dead of night, hoping to find someone foolish enough to hang out after dark. Her footsteps were completely silent while walking the winding—and rather confusing—cobble streets, her red eyes glowed in the dark, desperately looking for someone to feed on. Unfortunately, however, not a soul was out. And so, the woman continued to wander the road till ending up in an eerie market.*

*Thessalia surveyed the market, finding it nothing like the one in A'Shona; it was devoid of anything, riddled with empty vendors and the occasional beggar. Unwilling to feed on beggar blood, Thess wandered for someone else. There had to be someone else, right? Right? Thessalia circled the large, empty market, reminiscing about her hometown and the various exotics brought through. It was wonderful compared to what she was witnessing now.*

*She decided to settle down after a moment of walking, legs sore from walking. Deciding to take a seat, Thessalia rested her bum on a small wooden crate, her eyes closing in an attempt to relax. Though her attempts failed, unable to sleep off the slight but noticeable urge to eat. It was struggle, one that the poor elf couldn't get used to even after the many years of being a vampire.*
Mark
Walking along the dimly lit path of Crasmere's marketplace, the gentle clicks of Rhurrik's taloned feet made a good and gentle beat to strum his lute to. Playing a melancholic tune, the aarakocra was singing quietly to himself, and each time he passed a begger he'd stop and offer a coin, along with a gentle and caring smile. The song he sang itself was sad but beautiful, a tale of two lovers learning to navigate the terrifying world with one another. Rhurrik's voice was gentle and soothing, but he had yet to notice the elven woman sitting meters away from him. A gentle magic swirled around his lute as his talons strummed the strings, almost forming two golden and illuminescent butterflies walking and floating around him, if only to tell the store of his song further.

*"Hey, butterflies.
Don't you hold on too tight
Both of you know, it's your time to go
To fly apart, to reunite
Wonders surround you
Just let the walls come down
Don't look behind you, fly till you find
Your way toward tomorrow..."*

As he came closer, the corner of his eye finally caught the elven woman, causing him to stop signing and tilt his head. She looked slightly distressed, which caused the aarakocra to frown a bit. While he had stopped singing, he continued to gently strum his lute, if only to help calm or perhaps cheer up the woman before him. Dressed in rather foreign clothing, robes of white, blue, red and gold adorned the aarakocra, and his wings remained folded behind his back. Looking over his features, it was obvious he was bearded vulture, made apparent by the gentle color of his white, gold and black feathers.

"Are you alright, miss?"
Erica
*Thessalia heard the faint strum of a lute, the melancholic tune reminiscent of a lullaby her mother used to sing when she was just a babe. Nevertheless, she fluttered open her eyes, surveying the market once again for any the person responsible for the music. Alas she found nothing. Not yet, at least. Though with each passing second, the music only comforted the vampire, memories of a time long past. A time where she had nothing to worry and was continuously praised by her loving parents. The story told in a melodious tone, Thessalia wished she had someone to reunite with.*

*Unfortunately, she had no one to reconnect with. None that weren't terrifyingly aware of her curse.*

*A defeated sigh drifted past her smooth lips, head hung as memories from Thyseer flooded her pounding head. Thessalia regretted everything that led up to her banishment but her mind returned to the present when noticing the bright butterflies that caught the corner of her eyes. Lifting up her head, she observed the aarakocra that wandered the night, gifting coin and a joyous smile while strumming his lute and singing a song. Was this normal? Thess couldn't say, but it was definitely saddening, the song causing her lips to form a frown. Tears welled up in her eyes, but the young elf tried to hide under the hood of her cloak, unwiling to draw unnecessary attention.*

"Are you alright, miss?"

*Thessalia glanced up at the man, red eyes bearing up at him as she hesitated to speak. Part of her wanted to eat, the other wanted to talk, voice having grown coarse after years of disuse. Finally, she settled on an answer.* "I'm...*Fine*." *Aforementioned, her voice was incredibly rough and quiet, nothing more than just a whimper.* "What was that song?" *Thess questioned, brow cocked upwards while she awaited an answer.*
Mark
Frowning a bit, Rhurrik allowed the golden and glowing butterflies around him to disappear slowly, but created a more gentle yellow light between the two so they weren't in total darkness. Swirling it closer to the woman, the aarakocra tilted his beaked head her way. "Hm.. You don't sound fine. Oh- its just a song I've been working on. Don't really have a name for it just yet but, Two Butterflies sounds like a good name for now." With a smile, Rhurrik shrugged a bit. Looking her over for a moment, it became apparent she wasn't a beggar like those he had passed earlier. Offering a coin would probably insult her, so he instead offered his waterskin filled with cool water. "Here- you sound as though your throat hurts." While her red eyes were a bit off-putting, Rhurrik smiled nonetheless.

While he didn't know what she truly was, the elven woman would definitely feel a sense of naivety from the young aarakocra. After all, he was only three years old. In a standard race's years, around twenty one. Noticing the wetness around the woman's eyes, Rhurrik frowned even more. Was she hurt? Perhaps it was his song? Ruffling his feathers a bit, a cold chill ran down Rhurrik's spine, almost as if there was something wrong. Glancing around himself, he shrugged it off, assuming it was nothing more than the cold breeze chilling his body a bit. Whether she took his waterskin or not, Rhurrik strummed over his lute once more, unsure how to help the woman before him.

"Do you need some sort of help? I don't have much coin on me, but if you're hurt I know basic healing magic."