In order to will away the hours of dusk, that meager time between day and night, where evening reigned and the sky shone with pink and yellow hues, Catheryn had been, rather uncharacteristically, taking a nap. She doesn't usually have a problem with waiting, patience comes easily to her, after so many years of watching everything go by while she'd remained, blessedly (or, rather the opposite, considering everything) unchanging in the face of a world that seemed desperate to leave her behind. Mortals stay the same, this she's always known, but there are always those who strive to be better, to be more than they are. She finds them interesting, if not to talk to, then at least to observe.
As it is, she's stretching up into a yawn when she vacates one of the other carriages, located a little higher than the one Rialto had chosen to camp out in. Catheryn vaults herself toward the ground smoothly, landing with her knees bent to absorb the sudden impact before glancing around the boardwalk in an attempt to locate the voices that had disturbed her from her rest. Vampires don't really sleep, they have no need to, though Catheryn usually lets herself fall into a dormant mode when she has nothing else to do, to conserve energy, if nothing else.
She steps silently forward, appearing suddenly at Rialto's side as if she'd been there the entire time and lifting her head to survey Marko at the top of the roller-coaster, accompanied by a familiar winged figure. Not even ten minutes into the night and already the shenanigans have ensued, not that Catheryn had expected anything less, what with the people she constantly finds herself in the company of. "You're going to break something," she intones, blue gaze sliding over to stare at Rialto. At least Ezra is here, he seems a good deal more logical than other two boys. Catheryn doesn't really understand him, but she does respect the dedication he shows towards his plants. She values loyalty, of course, above all else.
As it is, she's stretching up into a yawn when she vacates one of the other carriages, located a little higher than the one Rialto had chosen to camp out in. Catheryn vaults herself toward the ground smoothly, landing with her knees bent to absorb the sudden impact before glancing around the boardwalk in an attempt to locate the voices that had disturbed her from her rest. Vampires don't really sleep, they have no need to, though Catheryn usually lets herself fall into a dormant mode when she has nothing else to do, to conserve energy, if nothing else.
She steps silently forward, appearing suddenly at Rialto's side as if she'd been there the entire time and lifting her head to survey Marko at the top of the roller-coaster, accompanied by a familiar winged figure. Not even ten minutes into the night and already the shenanigans have ensued, not that Catheryn had expected anything less, what with the people she constantly finds herself in the company of. "You're going to break something," she intones, blue gaze sliding over to stare at Rialto. At least Ezra is here, he seems a good deal more logical than other two boys. Catheryn doesn't really understand him, but she does respect the dedication he shows towards his plants. She values loyalty, of course, above all else.
[b][i]moon river, wider than a mile ･ﾟ✧