Iayda's bare feet greacefully met the earth as she lowered from her flight as if she had merely been levitating, or stepping down from a small step. She fixed the skirts of her dress and smoothed her sharp nails up along the line between her breasts as she flicked her strawberry red curls over her shoulder and focused her green eyes in on the city.<br/><br/>How different it had become.. what had happened to the motherland?<br/><br/>" Save your apologies for someone who cares Darune."<br/><br/>She purred, almost in a snippy attitude. She hated being scolded or yelled at, worse yet, specifically if it was Darune doing the scolding and yelling. It felt like he was challenging her superiority. Iayda was a master, an Ancient, a pure ancient at that, and therefore just her presence demanded outmost respect from other vampires. It didn't matter their species or their reason for being sired, they respected and obeyed her, all except those two snippy men she lived with. One hopeless romantic who sickened her, and another who rivaled even her greatness.<br/><br/>She proceeded forward, approaching the town from their safe distance landing, keeping her shoulders back and head high, a hypnotic sway in her hips as she moved. The Little Queen. That is what she had been called, or often times " Little bit" or "the Little One." She was small, especially for a woman of her age, she'd been twenty three years old when she'd stopped aging, and here she was petite as could be. She was a very endearing creature, one who strived in success. If Darune wanted to apologize.. he was going to have to do more than use simple words.