Wearing a high collared shirt with that buttoned at the front, and gold embellishments everywhere, Jel stared at himself in the mirror before yawning.
"Are you alright, dad?" The woman teased, looking at the line of cloaks, trying to pick one for Jel.
"I am so sleepy, Lumi," Jel said, yawning again. "I suppose I will have to take as much rest as I possibly can now."
Lumi walked to the man, placing a hand on his head, "I hope you are not sick."
"Why would I be sick?" The man asked, indignant. "I am a vampire, one of the oldest and I have never gotten sick. Don't insult me this way."
"I have no intention of doing that." The woman chuckled. "I was just making sure. After all, today is important."
"It is the same old thing," Jel said dismissively. "Once every month I come here, stay for a day and do what I need to do. It's nothing special."
