Re: Elijah and Ptarah
Elijah's trademark was his carriage. He was a formal man, and that life truly suited him. Sure, there were times when he would relax and unwind, but he tended to give the impression that he was a gentleman of society, who spent far too much time in a three piece suit. This was a fair and accurate assumption.
"It is a lovely way to celebrate a birthday. I prefer these to the 'keggers' many of the younger ones have. I do not attend them. It is nice to have those with more discriminating taste on the island." He laughed, although he was only half joking. "There are not masks every night, but I did have the clothes already in the closet, so to speak. I have been to a few. My name is Elijah." He held out a hand for her, not in the same way he took a man's. Women always received a more graceful move.
His eyes narrowed only slightly as he regarded her. They were not unkind. "Are you human?" She didn't strike him as a vampire with years of life. If she was a vampire, she was young, but he didn't think so.