For some reason, the warm scent of a vanilla latte always calmed Megan Bluebird down. With an icy blue gaze, Rain glanced around. No one's features registered in her mind, and with an exasperated sigh, she turned to her unfinished latte. She was dressed in a casual, yet classic, attire. Her outfit consisted of faded blue jeans, a white black tank-top that stood in perfect contrast to her pale complexion, and a deep green utility jacket. Her heeled boots clacked against the floor as she settled in a chair by the window.

Rain attempted to look normal; a scratch here and there, a switch of the foot, a flip of the hair. But it was so hard when the entirety of her expanse mind was preoccupied when meditation. She took in a deep breath, once familiar then foreign and familiar once again. The scent of vanilla mixed with coffee enveloped her and a rush of relaxation flooded through her senses. Ahh, she thought idly. It's good to be me.

The beautiful maiden flipped her long, raven-black hair, attempting to make it seem absent-minded. She stared out the window, the warm coffee cup settled in her hands. It was raining outside, like any other day in Lamdon. The sun was blocked by the large amount of clouds and the day was wet and gray. Rain's favorite kind of days. A smile touched her lips, and her reflection caught her eye. She glanced at it, taking in her pale olive complexion, her icy blue eyes that, on closer expection, the pupil was rimmed with brilliant gold, and her plump lips that glowed a pale pink. She looked at herself and though many would say otherwise, one word came to mind. Imperfect.

His hands were smooth and strangely warm. It sent an electric shock throughout her body. A smile touched her lips as she took in his appearance. He was beautiful. And apparently shy as well. He was a newborn, which confused Rain. Why was he out in the open so early? And how was he controlling his thirst so easily? She did a double take of the cafe. There were plenty of tasty smelling humans. The one in the back on his laptop was extremely appetizing, but he sat here timid as a lamb as if the humans don't bother him at all. Rain felt a sharp, white-hot pain in her throat and her nostrils flared.

"Nice to meet you, Asher," She returned her oceanic gaze to the fledgling. Her voice was like crisp, cool water. Her smile was an ocean view. Her air was misty and smelled of newly fallen rain. He smelled like night. It was difficult to explain, that's the only word she could think of.

"So, what brings you to town?"