There was something that altogether fascinated Chizue with the way so many men choreographed their movements to make sheer fabric appear as if it was alive. It delighted the youthful girl, surely shedding light on her rather blissfully innocent age. Chizue was unjaded by time, untouched by the cynicism of life or the pessimism that so often laced the thoughts of those sufficiently aged well beyond her own age. Her own chocolate gaze remained steadfast upon the man beside her, watching him intently as he scratched at the hair on his chin with thought. "It's not a real dragon, you know." The girl stated with a simper settled across her demure features. She was, perhaps, teasing him ever so slightly in a way that was surely abnormal for the girl. "It's just fabric, like a kite. Sometimes they make it dance with poles but I like it better when they are inside the dragon, it makes it more lifelike I think..." Her voice trailed off, the young girl suddenly very much aware of just how much she was talking if only to fill the space between them. It was entirely due to the nerves that fluttered inside of her stomach at the man's proximity and accompanying attention settled upon her.
Her gaze glanced upwards towards the man as he stepped closer towards her. The young girl matched his warm smile with a rather timid twitch of her own lips before the movement of his arm pulled her attention downwards to him. With marked hesitance, Chizue reached out to wrap her dainty hands around his arm and thus stepping closer towards the man in turn. The sound of her name so sweetly upon his lips so abruptly, combined with her own particular like of the man saw that pink hue once again rise to the apples of her cheeks. Her features turn back upwards towards him, however, as he continued to speak to her, suggesting that they might share this festivity together. "I...I um..." She began, "I've never...really been here before." Chizue admitted sheepishly. "This...isn't really my culture but....I can try?" She despised the notion of disappointing him to the point that she had every intention to draw on what little she knew of her sister country's culture. Afterall, the sheer notion that she might fail to interest him was distressing enough to the girl to not try.
"I think the parade is this way." The girl started, stepping forward to lead the man only for her to momentarily falter. It was that flicker of crimson the girl had caught from the corner of her gaze that saw her so abruptly hesitate, her own features shifting to a frown ever so slightly as her gaze turned back towards the man beside him. Chizue was an atypical vampire, the young girl hardly requiring blood for life like so many of her brethren. Rather, the young girl fed upon the souls of others, feeding off their emotional auras to bring her muted soul back to life. It afforded her perhaps one simple power - the ability to see those emotions as mere flashes of color that danced around each and every individual. She had admitted this affinity to particularly few if only because she hated the way it made her different than her own species when she tried so hard to fit in. Still, the girl could hardly ignore that anger that so clearly flashed through him. Often she tried hard not to intervene or even comment on her companion's emotions, instead doing everything she could to bring those that surrounded her even the smallest smidgen of happiness - but this made her altogether concerned.
"Malek?" She inquired softly, her head tilted to the side as the girl chewed on her bottom lip in a clear display of her nervousness. It was only when she had has attention that the girl inquired, "Is...everything okay? You don't have to go to the festival if you don't want to. We could do something else." There had to be something else within the city that might rid him of that hue she so disliked seeing and Chizue was entirely determined to ensure her new found friend was at least somewhat content with his evening. Summer hours were far too short to spend it unhappily.
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