Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
"Wonderful, dear. I'm doing quite alright. A little parched, but nothing that a small drink won't cure." Which was true on both accounts- his throat was a little dry, and he could tell his need for blood was building, the thrum in his veins almost audible. Still, he ignored it, in favor of offering his arm to her, with a small wave.
"Then might I suggest we start our walk, and once you're comfortable, you might show me around?"