The entire way there, Arabella never stopped fiddling with the brooch between her fingers with the joy and focus of a child. Silas merely watched in silence, a smile on him.
When she'd finally wrenched her eyes off the jewelry, the horse had already halted in front of what seemed like an entrance or the beginning of a town. Well, what was left of it after all those years.
Silas sneaked a hand and took hers while the young woman was busy gaping at the sad ruins ahead with glistening eyes.
There was no tugging, no resistance on her part as the vampire took the first steps inside.
"I would really like to know what you've read about this place if that is alright,"
It was by no means an order and for once Arabella did not try to read or interpret his intentions.
For once, she took it as it was, a kindly formulated request.
However, that did not stop her demeanor from shifting, adopting that distant yet merry air about her, that faint yet rich smile.
