#all the monici had their wellness skill to level 10 but i had to turn it down to 5 because i'd hate to see them floating lol

[eljeebee]

“You can take that bed – my bed.” Kashvi said.

“Do you still sleep?” Lavender caught herself asking. Her hands hung mid-air as she placed down her backpack. “If – If you don’t mind me asking…”

Kashvi smiled; she sat on the opposite bed. “I do, but not as frequently as mortals. I’m not sure about other vampires though – you must tell me if you’ve seen another vampire – anyways, I would still slumber from time to time…maybe twice in every six months?”

Lavender nodded. She’s not new to vampires, but this is the first time she’ll live close to one – and it seems like her curious questions about their kind could be easily answered by Kashvi. She couldn’t bring herself to ask these questions to Vladislaus Straud.

“What do you do when everyone is asleep?”

“I pray. I meditate,” Kashvi sat beside her. “I’d guard the monastery with Diego. And Seeker Mata too…”

“Seeker Mata?”

“I mean, Diego and I.” Kashvi corrected herself, mumbling something that Lavender couldn’t pick up.

“In any case, I can sleep on that bed tonight,” Kashvi instead said. “The Seekers won’t be here tonight – they’re still at the temple.”

Lavender nodded. Her nervousness slowly eased. At least she won’t see them today. Or tonight.

“At least you’ll be able to meet Raul tonight! He’s going back from the temple!”

“You’re a werewolf, Mr. Lobo?” Lavender asked in awe.

Raul nodded. “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable…”

She shook her head. “No, no. I’m just amazed. I thought werewolves are a myth – no offense!”

He chuckled. “None taken. Werewolves are real, Ms. Lee. Just as vampires are real.”

Kashvi enthusiastically nodded. “Where there are vampires, there are werewolves. Their inception was – ”

Lakandiwa cleared his throat.

Kashvi bit her lip, her fangs almost digging on her lip. “I – I mean, yes, they are real, just as we are real.”

Chief Song smiled. Her voice soothed Kashvi’s panic. “Kashvi is just excited to meet the Pupil.”

“What do you plan for tonight? The Seekers won’t be home until tomorrow.” Lakandiwa asked.

“Oh uhm…what do you guys do at night?”

“We do our nightly prayers and meditation. Would you like to join us?”

“Please, I’d love to!”

Lavender washed her face on one of the wash basins in the bedroom. The humid air of the jungle started to cool down, especially when it rained that afternoon, as soon as she stepped inside the monastery. The monici were welcoming, and their nightly prayers and meditation helped sooth her. She felt every nerve she had was on fire. She felt her stomach flipping at the mention of the Seekers.

From the time that she was born in the Magic Realm, to the time where she discovered that the weird birthmark on her back became colorful, resembling a green object and flowers (the green object was called a plumbob, Sage Morgyn had told her), in which she learned that she is a Pupil of the Eyes of the Watcher, she has been intrigued by the Seekers. What do they look like? Are they real? Or are they only voices and whispers in her head and ears?

Are they close to a god?

Tomorrow, Lavender will know.