Byron might not have been acquainted with her new face, but Zanna certainly knew his. In the way that she sensed magic, the Vampire seemed rather like a void in the world. Not living, no longer part of nature, but outside it. His timing was good, though. It distracted her from the child, although her dark eyes watched for just a moment longer as her parent took her away. Such pretty curls.
"It is. It's one of the good things about children – they believe without thinking. Then their parents ruin it by convincing them otherwise." Zanna looked up at him with a faint smile, shrugging her shoulders. He was nearly as ageless as she was; he couldn't have been turned terribly long after they had met the first time. He looked too much the same.
"Not yet. It will pick up. It always does, once the children are gone. Here, especially. The townies have plenty to spend."