The vampiress stood on her feet, folding up her massive wings amid the vast pond, looking sideways with her half-closed yet seductive eyes. Her watery dress and hair turned their colour when the sun's rays touched the fountain from a certain angle.
When the golden hour was almost over, her hair would turn into a molten fire while her dress took the dark colour of the rock she was made of. In the dawn, her dress would be on fire while her hair was darker than the dark.
Her child used to stare at her every rare occasion of she was in her own home. But this time, the vampiress saw her every day for a week. Rivienne would come out of her cocoon only to admire the vampiress in the evening and lie down on the grass next to the pond.
