WALK THIS WAY ;; open, visiting

[CATHERYN]

Unlike Alexander, who had followed Marko all the way from San Creado, probably because they had nothing better to do, Catheryn is already in Morgan Heights, and for entirely different reasons. She had run out of yarn the night before, and as chaotic and self-fulfilling as San Creado is, no one there really sells knitting supplies. The town isn't that far away, especially considering how she doesn't really have to stop to take breaks, and Catheryn had gotten there in record time.

Of course, to be fair, nothing had been open at one in the morning, but she'd been able to sneak into a store and grab a couple of spools, making sure to leave some money on the counter. She's a vampire, not a heathen, and besides, if she steals the yarn then the shop will probably go bankrupt and then she'd be back to square one with nowhere to get new supplies.

Now, with her bag of purchases swinging off one wrist, Catheryn is heading back out of town when she catches a glimpse of a familiar jacket. The sight makes her pause, eyes narrowing as she heads toward the bench where she can see two figures jostling for space.

Morgan Heights is quite possibly the antithesis of San Creado, they're very different both culturally and stylistically, and Catheryn doesn't mind being here so much so as she is unfamiliar with the way things are done. The appearance of a bright, tattered jacket screams of an outlier, and she just rolls her eyes as she makes her way over to the bench, wondering why it's today of all days, that Marko had decided to pay their neighboring town a visit.

A quick second of concentration allows her to teleport in front of her fellow vampires, and the first thing she notices is Marko's sparkly eyes. "You stole my make-up," Catheryn says, monotonous enough to be nonchalant, yet apathetic enough to also carry a sense of dread that always permeates the air when someone who should be angry is instead entirely void of emotion.