<span style="color: #FF40FF">After finishing her tea, and reading about twenty more pages from the book, Vataliny marks her page, before closing the leather covers and setting it back in its place upon the coffee table. For a moment she just sat there, her eyes slowly wandering around the room, gazing with a rather lost expression at each item she looked at. From the paintings on the walls, to the curtains hanging over the windows, and from there to the many, many expensive and exquisite items that were on tables and shelves. Vases, plates, statues, things from foreign countries like China, Japan, and Africa. Her house truly was a place for the rich and expensive, but all this was material. Something that Vataliny knew that she could do without.<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath, letting it out of her lungs in a low, long, soft sigh, before getting up from her seat on the couch. Her hands smooth down the skirt of the dress she was wearing, before her legs began to move, heading in the direction of her bed room. Being a restless person, Vataliny could not sit for too long in one place, having to be on the move every so often. The only time she stayed in a single place for more than a few minutes was when she was asleep. <br/><br/>Even then her slumber did not last more than six or so hours. It was all she needed, and even though her eyes were closed, and her body was resting, she wasn't completely shut off from the world. Her consciousness was still awake, and she would know exactly what was going on around her 24/7. Which explained why she'd gotten no robberies, since her home had the lack of security systems. She didn't need them. Her whole consciousness surrounded the entire house, not a single nook or cranny escaped her gazing eye, and if something out of the ordinary were to arise, well, she would deal with it herself.<br/><br/>Arriving in her room, she looks around like before in the sitting room/living room, once again sighing the same as before. Everything was so monotonous. The same everywhere, all the time. It was a little annoying at times... Even though Vataliny did not let it show, sometimes her many years walking the land and earth of this planet got to her. As much as she would like, she could not simply forget all those many long days, months, and years. Vataliny remembered every day, every moment, each century that passed by. And with each one that was spent, it felt like a little bit of herself was carved away from her body, leaving just a little less of herself behind. All that remained was a carved up shell of who she used to be.<br/><br/>Crossing the floor, heading to the closet, she opens it once again. Deciding to change her outfit for her venture out this evening. Taking off the dress she had on, she changes in to one that looked almost exactly the same, except this one was all black, and there were no sleeves. Same with her stockings, the only red that remained was the rose upon the head band that she wore, and the blood red of her lips. She didn't know why she bothered putting on lipstick, her lips were naturally that color. Maybe it was because it darkened it a bit...deciding to go with that reason, she closes the doors of the wardrobe.<br/><br/>Going over to a set of five drawers, she pulls out the third from the top, reaching in and pulling out a pair of lace <a class="postlink" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=32709226">gloves</a>, putting them on. Once they were secure, she puts on a few rings, that matched her outfit. Turning to look in her mirror, she decided to do something different with her <a class="postlink" href="http://img2.okidoker.com/c/1/3/7/37455/1964898/4131758_2.jpg">hair</a>. Braiding it, and placing a few red roses here and there, the bottom of the braid reached to just above her knees. She keeps the hair piece from before. Satisfied with how she looked, she leaves the room, heading back downstairs.<br/><br/>It was starting to get dark now, the light fading from the sky, the sun setting. Smiling a little to herself, she puts on a pair of lace <a class="postlink" href="http://site.advantagebridal.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/knee_high_lace_boots-e1343682087522.jpg">boots</a>, and steps outside, pulling the door behind her, and locking it with the skeleton key she kept on a black ribbon around her neck, tucking it away between her breasts. Since it was becoming less and less light outside, she did not need to bring the fan or parasol, leaving them by the door.<br/><br/>Beginning to walk, randomly like before, she pauses here and there, looking around, gazing once or twice up at the sky and the twinkling stars that winked charmingly at her. Of all the things that changed in the world that she knew, she was truly grateful that the stars remained the same as she had always known. A firm stone, set in cement. Something that would never, ever change.<br/><br/>Catching scent of something familiar, she turns, and follows the trail. Which led up a hill, paths here and there. After a little while, the area cleared out. And, standing there, was the girl from before. For a moment, Vataliny did not move, silently watching the girl, before moving forward, silently as a shadow. It was almost as if she had simply just materialized out of nowhere next to the stranger, reaching out and wrapping her arm around the others' arm, much like how a woman would hold a man's arm on a date. Her touch was soothing, calming, so even if Gabriela had been frightened, she would almost immediately calm down. At the same time, her fingers were a bit on the cold side, like a cool spring morning that had been frosted over in the middle of the night, but warmed up by sun's first light.<br/><br/>"Please, do not move. Let me enjoy this moment with the scent of my loved one..." Vataliny murmurs, resting her head lightly on the girl's upper arm and shoulder. Closing her eyes like before so that her long lashes rested upon ivory cheeks. She remains like this for a little while, and then after fifteen or so minutes, she all but disappears from Gabriela's side, a faint whispering of her words left behind in the wind that blew past, bringing the scent of roses and tobacco smoke to mingle. "I'm sorry. That things turned out like this for you. Gabriel."<br/><br/>She hadn't gone far though, just a little past the path that led up to the spot, and a few more feet away. Her footsteps carried her away even further, wondering if the female human would come after her. Would try to catch her. If she did...then maybe Vataliny would stick around longer to talk...if not. Then this was a pointless endeavor. Sighing, she ignores any looks that she might get from passerby, her mind completely locked on the thoughts about that girl. And Gabriel.</span>