"Are you sure this is the way, filth?"
Shanshi sighed as he swept a branch out of the way, trying to let it smack Karandiel in the face. Unfortunately, she dodged it.
"Of course I am. Do you think I, the ancestor of all vampires, would mistake the presence of my kin?"
Karandiel shrugged.
"Beats me. But I don't see a reason why the father of filth would know where his spawn is."
"Can you stop it with that filth thing? It's getting boring. What's your deal, anyway? Did your parents tell you vampires are bad or something?"
"No. A vampire killed my family. Another killed my best friend."
"Oh…"
The mood grew too dark for even Shanshi to say anything. So, they walked through the murky forest in silence.
Eventually, tired of walking through brushes that scraped against her legs and dress, Karandiel broke the silence.
"You said we couldn't fly over the forest. Why?"
