Emerson
*After all day of straining her eyes to see in the sunlight, she finally found the library located in this city. All she had with her was a purple umbrella that did very little to help block the sun from her photosensitive body. She could already tell by the lingering sting on her ankles that she'll have sunburns to tend to in the morning.*

*Walking up the stone stairs to the library until she reached the beautiful wooden door. This was the first time she had been to such a place, the last time was nearly 7 years ago and that was just her school library. During those days she found herself looking up healing methods to be of better used to the injured. Today, she's looking for a way to keep her blood-curse subdued. As she reached for the handle she glanced around from side to side, always paranoid that she was being watched or followed. When she looked to the left she spotted a thing or a person sitting near the front window. She had never seen a person quite like it before, she doubted they were even real.*

*Manon opened her mouth to speak but the language that flowed from her lips was not common tongue. She decided to start with beast speak to see if it even moved. If she was wrong, it wouldn't look like she was crazy.*
Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ 

💬 *"Hello and welcome! Are you posssibly a cusstomer?"*, the unknown being softly hissed as she opened a shiny eye.

 The reptilian was quite surprised, as this new little face was her first potential customer of the afternoon due to how insignificant this library was compared to all the famous ones the capital had to offer. This lack of visits made the scaly librarian drop her attention, taking a 'quick' bowl of fresh air that forced this awkward situation where she was seen procrastinating.
She rose from her seat immediately when the little elf turned her head to face the hissing voice, hoping she didn't notice her little nap. She had to come up with something to compensate...

💬 *"I wass checking the shutter... How could I asssisst you?"*, she lied with a shaky glance.

A gentle voice for someone that towered over the customer easily. The dragoness was wearing her favourite, colorful dress as always while working, since obviously a more feminine presence would attract more persons in the shop than a librarian in armor. Her purple face - associated with the calm and somewhat reassuring tone of voice she was using to lure in her clientele, created a large sense of security and care. A bubble of protection that contrasted directly with Shuvah's appearance, since her horns and wings were clearly visible even when properly dressed. She wasn't hiding them anymore, as she had learned during the years spent in the Empire that she had to accept herself as she was.
Acknowledging that this little person seemed to be a foreigner, she tried to clarify her words and her intentions by pursuing with her best Silnarian.

💬 *"Pleasse pardon my acccent. It iss native from my tribe."*

She then slightly tilted her head on the right while putting a claw on her fiery lips, trying to figure out the reason which provoked this sudden meeting.

💬 *"Oh! Are you maybe losst?"*

Waiting for an answer, Shuvah hoped that she didn't scare this interlocutor. 'I like thiss umbrella, though', she randomly thought. 'I should buy a violet one too, one day...'.
Emerson
*Manon found herself having troubles parsing the environment she was in. It didn't seem like she understood beast tongue but yet she could understand her. For some reason It was hard to believe that they were speaking common tongue as opposed to beast speak. Her chin picked up slightly at the height difference, her brown eyes with cat like slits absorbed the female's appearance. First her gaze drifted up towards her horns, occasionally dipping down to her lips as she spoke. Finally she reached the wings, her mouth parting slightly in awe.* 

"I-I was told this was a library, I'm looking for books on.. Woah." 

*To be fair, she was rather beautiful, her clothing was appealing to look at as well. Manon felt very aware of her stained shirt from countless hours digging in the earth for medical roots and herbs. Her ankles looked a deep shade of pink from being out in the stun and her long skirt that covered most of her legs was in need of replacement. Not only were they stained with mud, there looked to be dried blood as well.* 

"I was looking for books on vampires, but I wouldn't want to dirty your beautif- Lovel- Uh. Clean library." 

*It was true she felt significantly underdressed compared to the one in front of her, She hated that this was how she looked upon meeting the librarian. Something about her appearance gave the vampire enough courage to speak her mind..* 

"I just need to find a way to stop my urges... As a vampire." *She said with shame in her voice.*
Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ 

 While listening, the lavender wyvern glanced at her customer more precisely, trying to figure out anything that could bring clues to how she could've actually assisted the latter. As she apologized herself, Shuvah effectively noticed all the dirt and torn fabric that this little one was wearing. But fortunately for her, the librarian was very open-minded and didn't really mind a bad presentation.
She gave a warm smile so her consumer wouldn't have felt ashamed while Manon continued to expose her situation. This smile gained in intensity and transformed into a joyful grin as her interlocutor started to stammer in awe. 'Aaaand here it iss!', she observed. Few people were able to stay neutral and calm when facing such a singular lady as Shuvah was for a woman of her race - seemed like this person was no exception to it, and it amused the dragoness as much as always.

💬 *"Haha! Do not worry, Milady! I can ssweep and clean everyday, here."*, she cackled. *"I ain't having lotss of cusstomerss today. The ssun'ss blesssing uss with itss pressencce, sso I imagine few people want to read bookss insside thiss afternoon!"*

What a dance her reptilian tongue performed during her last sentence! It was after all another detail that probably destabilised those who were talking with Shuvah, even if it never was her intention. But she was used to this kind of situation, and like to make fun of it. Such a tease she had become... Avash'gar would've been proud of this jester-like behaviour.
Speaking of which, a word echoed in her head as the little woman finished her short speech.
***Vampire.***
She had already heard this word before. She remembered it too well.
Sudden goosebumps travelled between her countless scales as old memories flooded her mind, although she wasn't afraid of such confidence. That young woman surely had her full attention now, and after analysing in details, it wasn't much of a surprise after all: dried blood stained dress, an umbrella during a sunny day... It obviously was true: she was indeed a vampire.
Shuvah moved over to the doorframe and opened it, gesturing with one hand so the little druid could enter.

💬 *"You shouldn't ssay that kind of thingss out loud, little one!"*, she warned with a protective instinct. *"But you should have told ssooner though, you musst be quite hurt if you have been outsside during daytime! Pleasse, come in!"*

Her eyes set ablaze, marking that it was a serious matter for the dragoness. If one was peeking at this scene, they could've mistaken it as if a mother was gently but firmly reprimanding her child, from their perspective - yet it was obviously not the case here.
Shuvah had no fear of vampires. She knew their weaknesses, and even if they surpassed her in terms of speed and sometimes in terms of strength, she possessed the perfect magical tools to fight back and win against them. That little and seemingly hungry vampire looked like she was seeking help from someone, and parts of the violet serpent's heart took pity for her.
She had to help, once again. It was stronger than herself.

💬 *"I will ssee what I can do for you, but I cannot promisse you a meal that would clench your primordial thirsst."*, she informed Manon while holding the door's handle.
Emerson
*The Vampire bowed her head in gratitude, not just for inviting and holding the door open. It always stood out to Manon when someone was kind to her, it didn't happen very frequently. A part of her believed that it was always just an act so they could get close to her, have her lower her guard so they could rid the world of 'Moonskins' as she was called in the past. Manon passed under the doorframe before turning around and closing the umbrella. There wasn't any evidence that having an umbrella open inside brought bad luck, she still believed it though.* 

"I don't like to lead with me being one of '*Them*'. I am feeling drained because of the sunlight, I'll admit. Thank you for accepting my company today." 

*The sun did multiple things to Manon, being in direct sunlight was physically draining. It had nothing to do with the heat at all, most people would collapse from dehydration if they were in blistering heat. Granted the effects weren't devastating in short amounts of time, two hours would be the longest she could go before feeling her own lifeforce drained. Manon must've been well over the two hour time limit as her breathing was a little labored.* 

"I'm not asking for a meal, Ma'am. I- Uh. I-. I hate feeding." 

*She stammered out. Explaining that she was a vampire was hard enough, usually met with pitchforks and torches. Hardly given the chance that she didn't enjoy feeding off people and animals, she usually neglected it was a bittersweet experience. After feeding she always felt her best, almost relishing in the act itself. After years of being a vampire, she still find herself disgusted at whatever animal corpse she kneeled behind after consuming it's life force.*
Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__  

 The tall reptilian closed the door silently after switching the wood panel which now indicated 'CLOSED'. Fortunately for her, the library's owner was away for a few days, so she was actually able to perform such a bold action and take care of this unexpected guest.
The wooden floorboard was creaking under the steps of the two women - especially the big one of course, and once again, Shuvah invited her with an open hand.

💬 *"You musst be exxhaussted. Pleasse, take a ssit."*

While Manon wouldn't really understand the librarian's true motivations under her formalities, she would've been able to clearly understand that her host didn't mean any harm to her. The dragoness settled herself against the counter and carefully listened to her misery. What a poor soul. One of those who unwillingly got corrupted by darkness, this scourge that was vampirism. At least, in the eyes of most people. But Shuvah knew all too well how it was to be different and to be considered as nothing but a fruit of the demon itself to not reject this little lady in distress.
Maybe was it fate, after all? She was the second good vampire that she met, and this new face was probably even more innocent than Avash'gar used to be.
The elegant reptilian decided to shatter the silence that had been setting itself in the room after Manon finished speaking.

💬 *"I have ssome raw meat that I intended to eat during my break today, in a ssmall ssalting room in the backshop..."*, she announced in a somewhat solemn voice. *"You could have it, I mean... You could exxtract whatever quantity of blood you need to ssusstain yoursself from my meal..."*

Shuvah's crimson eyebrows were quite tense and the gemstones of her eyes weren't leaving the vampire for even one second, piercing her soul through the intensity of their spark: despite all of her good manners and her sugar voice, she was still judging her guest. At least from Manon's perspective, she could've easily understood that there was no fear to express toward the wyvernian lady, as the latter's position clearly wasn't defensive or offensive.
She was acting neutral from the start. She seemed to understand the young woman's difficulties and pain, but was taking precautions nonetheless.

For now, Shuvah awaited a reaction. But deep down, she was willing to help that lost soul as her good heart had already commanded her to.
Emerson
*At the Dragoness' command she scanned the entryway for a place to sit. The only thing she really thought about was moving from the sun, the window was not an option. A short distance away she found a wooden chair and table so she figured it was as good a place as any. Walking over to the table before placing her purple umbrella on top of the hard surface. Next, she descended onto the chair with her shoulders arched down. Underneath the table her hands balled into fists, more out of anxiety than anything. Her head tilted down as she stared at her own lap.* 

"That's okay Ma'am, It would be inconsiderate of me to accept. I'm already thankful enough that you haven't turned me in.. Y-" 

*She almost completed the last word 'yet' but that was her pessimism flaring. She thought coming here would be insightful but now she wanted to escape into the woods once more. At least outside she could sense the flowers with her magic, inside the city she felt stifled. Manon wished she had a way to prove her pure nature at a first glance, There was only one thing that she loved doing but nobody trusted a vampire around blood.* 

"Is it strange for a vampire to have healing magic?" 

*She wasn't sure what being a healer meant. Was being a healer someone possessed the power to heal other's injuries, or was it someone who was actively in such a profession. The question itself wasn't entirely clear for the Dragon on the intent. It was natural for a vampire to not fit in with normal society very well, but would the traces of faith magic make her an outcast to other vampires as well. She wasn't sure the idea of having friends was just too farfetched for her now.*
Lillian
__**Shuvah Yolqon**__ 

 Shuvah's face released tension progressively as she noticed the modesty and kindness expressed by the little vampire. Her eyebrows softened, her incandescent iris became inhabited by a much gentler flame and her voice soothed even more, indicating that the dragoness finally passed her first judgement over Manon.
Now that the two women had the privacy to chat audibly without being disturbed and that she had a first glance at her guest's personality, the reptilian thought that it was a good time to finally soften the ambiance.

💬 *"You do not have to call me Ma'am, you know."*, she answered after her proposition was kindly rejected. She blessed her interlocutor with another frank smile, revealing her sharp teeth between her scaly lips. *"You can call me Shuvah! Ass for your quesstion..."*

She then paused as she gazed somewhere in the air, trying to think of how she would answer such an interrogation, tilting her head to the left, then to the right... Before sharing her revelation.

💬 *"... I'd ssay it iss ass sstrange ass a reptilian growing wingss and hornss, issn't it?"*, she joyfully argued with a noticeable hiss and a brief demonstration of her wingspan. *"Are you sure to decline my offer, though? I don't want you to collapsse in front of me."*

An insistent question accompanied by a concerned, nearly maternal glance at her. The wyvernian lady then grabbed the pile of books that was lying around on her desk and started to classify them mechanically, while trying to pay attention if one of those wouldn't have been of interest and at the same time keeping a friendly eye over the little lady. She continued to fill the silence of the room, which was periodically marked by the tick-tock of an old clock adorning one wall.

💬 *"By the way, what kind of book did you ssay you were looking for, uh? I-I already forgot it..."*, she giggled. *"Oh! And ssorry for the messs!"*

But which mess, exactly? The library was clean and neat, she didn't have anyone disturb the shop today! For now it seemed like Shuvah and Manon were sharing at least one thing in common: a rather modest personality.
Emerson
"Where are my manners, My name is Manon. Thank you for being so kind to me Shuvah." 

*Manon remembered being taught that it's always polite to introduce yourself to guests when she was a little girl. It seemed that years hiding out in forests didn't help much when it came to social environments. She also remembered that it was polite to look at the person who was currently speaking as well. With great effort Manon raised her head and looked up at the Dragoness as she gave her reply.* 

*She didn't understand how it was strange for a reptilian to grow wings, sure horns was a little unexpected. In fact seeing unique appearance gave Manon some hope. Maybe there was a place that would take her in and allow her to do something other than run, despite her disposition. The smile that stretched across her face was short-lived though. Manon didn't have a unique appearance like Shuvah. The dragoness had other dietary options other than people or pets. The smile turned into a small frown as the realization hit.* 

"Forgive me Ma'a- Shuvah. I don't think horns are wings are a danger to your own people. Faith magic is deadly to.. *Them*." 

*It was clear that even after being a vampire so long, there was a sever detachment from herself and others like her. Most people could assume Manon was more a shy person when really it was just the uncertainly if she ever belonged anywhere other than the forests. Around people she was always a threat, something to happen to her or she could do something to someone else. There had been plenty of times where she went so hungry that she fell into a bloodlust. Only to regain her consciousness after she wakes up in a pool of some poor animal's blood.* 

"I was searching for books on Vampires. Maybe something that could help me find a 'neater' alternative." *Neater being the selected word of choice, as opposed to ' not bleeding animals dry.'*