Zenobia had been in the town for a few days. She settled into her apartment, well, tried to any way. She had a collection of books and covered the windows of a bedroom before moving in a large bed in which to rest during the day. She had a scattering of clothing and 'make up' she wore nightly to allow herself a chance to pass as a mortal. Other then that, she didn't need much.
So once that was taken care of she was free to wander the streets of York. She found it cute, almost quaint compared to the great cities she had seen during her lifetime. But there was something incredibly interesting about this town- there were other creatures within it. It was a necessity in Zenobia's long life to read anything she could and with that she knew of these other creatures. She knew that there were other species of vampires and humans who were capable of changing into animals. But never before in the long life she had lived did she meet any of these beings. She felt as she walked down the main street of town that this might change soon.
She had taken up a task of investigating each of the shops in the evenings after she woke. With winter coming the nights were growing longer, lending her the opportunity to rise earlier than before, and on this night she was able to go into a small coffee shop prior to its closing.
Slipping in she smiled at the aroma and looked around at the mortals. She liked coffee shops because there were often mortals visiting them that had the same passion for literature as she and it was always interesting to watch mortals while they read books. Their concentration, their excitement, their sadness, all displayed on their faces as they turned each paper page. Stories that would certainly outlive them, just like she herself would.
But after the momentary pause to take in the scent of the cafe Zenobia's senses sharpened on something that made her tense in the doorway. Slowly, she turned her gaze over the cafe patrons. Many were reading, a blonde couple in a corner were chattering away about animals, and then in the furthest corner her nerves sparked and her powers flared.
Another one of her kind. Her kind. And then her tension, her building up of strength and power, suddenly slipped away and was replaced with complete joy as she recognized the scowling face in the corner.
"Mael," She whispered so quietly that none of the mortals could hear the call of his name. But she knew that he could, he would sense it, and it brought a smile to her lips as she quickly moved her tiny frame along the pathway of chairs and tables with her long dark hair trailing behind her like a cloak.