She opened her eyes and met his with a smile.

"Tell me, small one; you have the gift of flight, yet you stay grounded. Many would kill a beast like me to have a gift as you have."

She softly caressed his feather, the way one pets a cat.

As she took slow breaths, the faintest smell of iron would tickle his nose. Her own nostrils flared. Strange...
Blood. It was the pungent sting of crimson, coming from the soil itself. Though one would never know it by looking, gallons had been spilled where trees now stood tall.
"There. History."

"Agreed. Life is a short adventure, what that gives you is opportunity to explore all it can offer. Or at least what you can."

She held her own hand out, and held his.
"Calm your heart and listen. Past the river, past the clouds... You can hear and smell it all."
She closed her own eyes...

She nodded softly, stood, and folder her armored hand into the open sleeve of the kimono.

"Come. It is a long journey up the northern path, and one that may take your warmth as well."

With that, she began to slowly walk toward town.
A long journey ahead.

Reika is a sexually charged individual, though this is reserved for those who have shown they are of good intentions. She doesn't engage in any sexual contact without romance and sensuality being parts of it.
Her skin is cold to the touch, providing an odd sensation.

Reika doesn’t need human blood, and garlic means nothing. Sunlight drains her but doesn’t burn her. Some rules still bind her: she needs an invitation to enter homes, can’t step into churches, and is still weak to holy artifacts.
That said, she has yet to be slain due to her skill with her blade.

Reika is a pure-blood vampire, born of two undead parents. She isn’t immortal, but her life stretches far beyond a human’s. Calm, curious, and gentle, she seeks peace over bloodshed. In a world that sees vampires as monsters, she quietly proves otherwise through great effort.

Her eyes closed as she spoke.
"Alas, it isn't something I hide. Though, a healthy fear of the unknown is good, ser Ash." Opened her mouth, and her fangs became more obvious.
"Blood has more weight than the iron inside it, yours is... Interesting."
She wouldn't bite, not without a lot more reason.

< Her touch was gentle. She could attack, but why would she? The man was far more respectful than most. Not ugly either.

"Enjoy what life has to offer, and your candle will light others in turn." She blushed. "Besides, you are a far nicer candle than most." She softly chuckled.