Adela threw her chin in her hand. She wasn't sure why one of her cousins from the house of James couldn't go speak to Lord Kratz. A five-day wagon ride for one boring meeting hardly seemed necessary. If Master Kres was having Kratz answer on his behalf surely they could have done the equivalent. Hopefully, her father didn't think of her equal to... Kratz. Adela inhaled, and then let the air slowly escape her inert lungs. No that couldn't be it. Her father wasn't that petty. She was simply best suited to the task.

When she was originally told that the humans of Crichton were falling ill she debated saying tough luck. So the vampires of that region had to deal with bad taste, their whole society had bad taste, and little was new about that. Humans weren't dying from it and vampires being undead, whether, by blessing or curse, we're unable to contract diseases. Their innate healing factor could cure them faster than any cancer or pathogen could spread. She'd know. Once a certain, specific situation had caused her to dive into the phenomena of vampiric healing. Adela paused looking at her gloved hands... That's what made this disease different. It was quickly becoming an epidemic amongst humans and vampires alike. She had to admit this was unheard of and terrifying in its own right but she also found it intriguing.

Adela originally agreed to go alone, but naturally, her father wouldn't allow it. She didn't see a reason why this visit should endanger the soldiers outside that were sworn to protect her. Or increase their chances of bringing it back to their homeland of Teyrnon, if that were to happen it would mean the beginning of a pandemic. The disease was strange though. She was assured that this particular disease could only be contracted by feeding on a human. So as long as they fasted they were not at risk.

The only problem of course was the full moon would rise in the course of a day or two and that meant the Blood Lust was coming. The time in which the vampire species would be experiencing the uncontrollable urge to feed, not just to the point of sated but often gluttony. Normally she'd wonder why her father would put her in such a compromising position, but it was as she suspected. She was simply just the best tool for the job. After all she didn't know a single vampire that made it a point to sustain from human blood on a regular basis such as herself. There were no accidents with Aquilo. She tore her attention away from these troubling thoughts and back to the white gloves her father made sure she was never seen without.

They stretched up most of her arm and stopped near the shoulder. There were just so many mysteries in the world they called Doumbra. This disease, her father; Adela slid the delicate article of clothing from what should have been a completely smooth limb. Then there was herself. Another riddle to plague her. These strange marks no one was to know about. She traced her left hand over the odd puncture-like wounds in her arm. The holes were great in number and seemed to come in sets of two. They were similar in scale to what the rodent-sized wasps of Lorn forest could provide, but truth be told they resembled a vampire's bite. Almost perfectly.

They started at the wrist on both arms and climbed their way up to the bend in her elbow. What was more perplexing than where they had come from was the fact that she should heal. She could cut herself with a dagger, had cut herself, and as expected, it had healed in a matter of minutes. A silver dagger held the same results. Though of course, it took closer to a month or so for the scar to completely fade. But these... What were they? It couldn't have happened during a human life. She was told she had undergone a vampiric birth, not a changing. Yet she had them for as long as she could remember. Which was the biggest mystery that plagued Adela. Her lost memory itself.

It was odd to know so many things; how society worked, how to hold a blade, yet there were times when she had to be told her own name. These questions that beset her ran deep in her mind. Sparking darkness, perhaps haunting her more than the vampires, and lupine raises did the humans.

"Adela." A knock sounded on the side of the carriage and she quickly hid her arm behind her back.

"What is it?" She asked harshly, making sure she let whoever it was know she was still upset about her traveling conditions.

"We've arrived." May I recommend darning your Dawn armor?"

Adela slid the glove back on, veiling the scars that taunted her, as an unsavory voice spoke to her. "Do you require assistance changing out of that dress, and into your royal armor?"

"You dare speak to the princess that way?" She heard another retainer shout, the sound of metal sending a pang of steel into the air.

"Calm yourself, fool. I only wish to help our most beloved princess."

"I ought to-"

"Enough!" Adela shouted, silencing both of the guards. She didn't care much for the comment which reminded her in some way of this dastardly country but found people's eagerness to fight her battles more annoying. She appreciated the sentiment but she could handle things herself. "He is right. We must all remain calm, for we all represent the Augustan name. And I can change by myself, Squealer thank you."