Moonie had been to many places in her short, seventeen years as a vampire. She was a wanderer — drifting from place to place without the need for a home. There had been few times she had met someone memorable, let alone someone she found herself forming an attachment to. Aidan had been the exception to that rule, but he was her papa — he had given her this life. Jiri, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Their paths had crossed once or twice (maybe more) in her days of wandering. Had she liked him? Oh, yes. She had never spent a large amount of time with him, but she had found herself caring for him. As much as she denied it to herself, wandering could be a little... lonely.

She was in the process of exploring the town. Would she stay? She didn’t know. Aidan was her only reason to and, even then, it might not have been a big-enough reason. Moonie paused, almost examining the passerby’s face as he passed. He looked very, and oddly, familiar. “Jiri?” She sounded almost surprised, though she was speaking more to herself than to the back of the man she had turned to look at.