Vampires were notorious for being lazy creatures during the daytime, so their endless trek towards Cam eventually wore him down. He lagged behind the others and panted like a dog in between breaths to keep his energy up, feeling his shoulders slouch as the thick material of his clothes caved in under the sun's merciless rays. He had wrapped an elegant cloak around his neck for this purpose, and according to the sorceress he had grown under the influence of, the material was supposed to keep him from overheating. It was such a simple purpose, yet the cloak only dragged down his heavy soles and fervently made him wish that he could have inherited his father's ability to levitate off the ground rather than trudge on it. Though he was mentally drained, his exceptional physique kept up with him, keeping his graceful feet marching in rhythm with the knights ahead of him.<br/><br/>His cape swished as if he was dancing, and his gait remained proper and almost beautiful as he followed his companions down to the elven town. He thirsted for blood, but the area was strangely void of any live animals. The occasional squirrels he saw scampering across his vision were given a huge advantage what with all the foliage serving as their hideaways, so he promised himself a rich meal at their next destination and swallowed dryly. All this time, his eyes dilated, and his gaze stuck on the backs of the knights' necks, his tongue already rolling against the roof of his mouth to try and taste the metallic sweetness of their iron-rich blood. Just a drop would satisfy him for another ten miles ...<br/><br/>Everan charismatically ran a gloved hand through his hair and brushed the longer strands behind his cheek, pouting and huffing louder than usual to possibly catch a knight's attention. All this walk and no talk irritated him. He was quite the social "bat", so he needed some sort of conversation to keep his mind off of the delicious pulses he had surrounding him so tormentingly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c61a21"><b>Where do you get all that energy, hm ~ ?</b></span>" he asked in a thick tone with a deep purr resounding in it. He shook off his exhaustion with a lion-like yawn, stretching his arms vertically above his head with a soft grunt of satisfaction. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c61a21"><b>I wish I was as young as you. All these centuries are getting to my bones,</b></span>" he complained with a frisky laugh, massaging his elbows and attempting to keep his own blood circulating while they were under the sun's stroking heat.<br/><br/>The sooner they would get to a remotely shady place- the better. The air was dense here, and not quite like the frigid temperatures he had grown to love in his hometown. His clothes were preventing him from being sunburned or getting nasty rashes, but vampires were naturally weak to the light, which was ... oddly ironic for someone like Everan.