The centaur student was half the size of Mr. Pheres, which made talking to him a little easier, but Vangelis was still a big presence. Leon, with Andrei's training and his own hunting was becoming quite good at a quiet approach when he was going to meet with someone.
He approached the clearing with some conflict in his mind. He still wasn't sure the guidance he wanted would show in the stars, especially if he told the reader it wasn't for him, but he also wasn't entirely convinced a young centaur was the best place to go to for real answers.
In the end, Leon had decided it was worth a shot. Even if Vangelis was an amateur star reader, some truth might shine through. Centaur were old, their blood pure and not muddied by other species, their traditions preserved. This was the only time Leon would have to ask a living breathing centaur the question at all, and he was going to take advantage of it before he did finally graduate and went into the world where things like centaurs would once again become myth.
He watched Vangelis from the shadows, taken back by the majesty the creature possessed. Even young and kind of awkward, like a colt still growing into its adult muscle and long legs, Vangelis was an impressive sight.
The vampire waited until the sun set before emerging from his hiding place. Sun and vampire skin didn't mix very well. Leon could feel, with the retreat of the sun, his strength building. He had his usual jacket, worn jeans, boots, and a faded blue henley, and his dark hair hung around his face.
Leon didn't speak, approaching the creature of duality until the slight Haitian stood a few feet away. He tipped his had up at the sky, seeing clouds move gracefully through the moonless sky.