Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

the woman didn't ask for her name, and so she didn't give it. she didn't much like the woman's suggestion, but nor was she going to flee from this. wordlessly, she stiffened her shoulders and moved to follow Vanity, entirely unimpressed with the woman and still wanting to try sinking her fangs into her leg again. but she's remarkably obedient as she follows, stoney gaze set somewhere in the distance yet still acutely aware of the woman beside her.