2026-02-25 10:02 - 11:48 PST
Calimastia awoke to feed. She checked on her herd. More specifically, a woman from whom she’d taken an unearthed artifact some time ago. There it was revealed that another kindred had come around just the other day to do the same thing. One matching the description of one Irene Ducheski. She left to grab a bite to eat from someone else and conveniently spotted Irene on her way to the house she’d just left.
Calimastia was supposed to take off her head, but instead left with an inconvenient smile and an assurance that next time would be the last.