Mariella had been waiting for a member of the family to arrive for such a long time now and she had begun to grow tired of humans. As fun as they were to play with it was dull pretending to care for their simple pass-times. It was fortunate then that she spied Carmilla entering the hall.
"Carmilla, dearest." She said, swopping down on the young woman. "Whatever took you so long? The new Lord Edgar is not a patch on his father. He has only wine to drink, nothing for you or I."