Sorin stopped dead in his tracks when he the dark haired boy appeared in the field up ahead. In the dream, it seemed normal that Bayani would be in Hungary with him. They were connected by blood magic, after all. But the vampire was the last person Sorin wanted to see. The sky darkened above them, blotting out the sun, as it did in dreams when they went moody. All of Sorin's anger rose again.
"I don't want to see you, Bay!" He called ahead, speaking Romanian this time. "I'm sure I'll say something wrong! Or is even saying that wrong of me too?" He honestly didn't know anymore, but it was more of a barb than an honest question. Sorin turned and stomped the other direction through the field, subconsciously seeking that happier place of play with his gypsy cousins. Life was so much simpler back then. Their laughter was gone now.