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it all started when Ravnos gave Vadoma a tea set.

The little girl was obsessed with the idea of sitting around looking fancy while drinking tea. She had wanted so badly to host her one tea party that she had begged for days until finally her father’s relented and said yes.

Even though she had no clue who she might invite Vadoma still scribbled out little invitations that simply read ‘Tee partee at the temple please come!’. Once she had done that she had given them to Grendel, certain that he would know who to give one to. He was a God afterall.

The next few days she had been cutting paper shapes to hang along with pretty streamers. She had decided that one of the outside courtyards would be the perfect place to hold her party. There was a large table with a fancy cloth lain over it and a table off to the side with any numerous kind of snack one could want. She had to chase Kieran away from it otherwise he would gobble up everything.

As the time drew near she had been up in her room trying on different dresses. A large pink bow in her dark hair that was up and braided around her head. Vadoma was getting nervous. What if no body showed up? Or she said something silly. But her excitement seemed to over ride the anxiety and her little body felt like it was vibrating.

Gremlin's invitation had not been intended for her.

Christabella had received it, accepting it from her father, Grendel, with grace and her usual charm. He had thought of her only because of his two older daughters, she had been the one to come and visit the temple once before, and she was the one he had a closer relationship. He thought, given that Vadoma was her half-sister, she was an obvious choice as an invitee.

However, Gremlin's mother had other plans. As thrilled as she was to have been thought of, her daughter's mopey attitude of late had begun to concern her deeply. The young vampire seemed diminished in some ways, sad and forlorn in others. And as much as Gremlin tried to hide it and refused to talk about it with her, Christabella knew. She had a keen mother's instinct.

So, she passed the invitation on to Gremlin, hoping the tea party would be a pleasant distraction. Something to take her mind off of whatever (or whoever, she guessed) was filling her thoughts and making her seem distant and down of late. Gremlin, of course, was hesitant at first, not a fan of public gatherings or being around strangers, but Christabella assured her that it would be okay, that her great-grandmother might even be there, and that seemed to perk the girl up a bit. Finally persuaded, Gremlin had begun to give in to the idea of attending the tea party.

When the day arrived, she still felt a bit out of sorts, but that had more to do with nerves than anything else. Her mom had helped her, finding her a dress that she would be comfortable in, though that was of course then hidden beneath an older, no longer used, tablecloth that Gremlin had fashioned into a slightly fancier version of her usual costume.

She arrived at the temple on the date and time that Grendel had told her mother, scurrying along the ground on all fours but stopping short of the temple itself, suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety that nearly froze her to her spot. Beneath her sheet, she fiddled with the fabric of her dress and chewed on her bottom lip, feeling very unsure of herself and wondering if she had made a mistake in coming here. But she remembered what her mother said, that Lilith might be here, and that thought both comforted and excited her.

Eventually, she convinced herself to approach the temple cautiously, though it was large and realized she had no idea where she was meant to go once she arrived. So, she did the only other thing she could think to do at that moment and whispered out loud a question to be carried through the shadows that clung to this place.

"Lilith, are you here?"

Vadoma had been so busy straightening out little stacks of napkins on the snack table that she hadn’t noticed the woman as she appeared until her voice reached her ears. The little vampire’s head snapped around causing the large bow on her head to wobble back and forth.

She didn’t know who this lady was, not in a way you knew a friend of family member. But she felt familiar somehow. Like a blurry memory. She was really really pretty though and Vadoma couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

In the next instant she had left the table and cleared the distance between them with a few skips, stopping just short of running into the Disciple. Balling up her fists she held them close to her face and made a little squeaky noise as she danced excitedly in place. “You came! Great!” But then she remembered this was supposed to be a fancy tea party and Vadoma settled. Grabbing the edges of her plain white dress and curtsying. “How do you do?”

The comment on her bow made her grin and she reached up to tug on the ends making sure it was secure. It would be horrible if it just fell off and landed in the tea. “Thank you! My Papa got it for me.”