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Keria couldn't really be sure how many people really knew whom she was, nor did she really care. Even if they knew whom she was, it didn't make a difference considering them not knowing what type of person she was. After all, Keria never really made too many appearances due to her uncle. He thought it was best for her to kind of be shielded away from things, and if it was up to either of them she wouldn't be here in the first place. Desmond always seemed over protective when it came to her, to which she could assume because of the secrets that she had were the reasons. However, that was one thing that Desmond could not fight against putting her through. He was the one that convinced people that they should group the younger nobles together. Keria was a more viable option then himself, therefore she was forced to go.

Desmond parked the car, keeping his eye on his little niece. He noted that for a moment she spoke to Theo, but that didn't last too long at all. He gritted his teeth slightly as he walked up to the elder vampire with almost as much dismay as Keria. However, unlike Keria, he hide his feeling a bit better then her. Instead he greeted him with respect, but kept from that awkward handshake that neither of them wanted to do. The two of them were commonly known to butt heads within the council, due to their obvious difference in beliefs. The problem was, unlike the council, he couldn't really sit there and influence this younger generation. "It's a shame I won't be able to keep an eye on things as well...." he lied.

Heading up the way Theo informed her to go her eyes caught the sight of a red haired female, to which she dubbed as the bottle red. Perhaps it was because she dyed her hair so often that she could tell that her hair was dyed, but it was just an observation. It was funny, because her natural hair color was red and she had black hair at the time. She couldn't help but ponder if her natural hair was black, but wouldn't that be rather ironic. It was rather obvious that she stuck out in comparison to most of the people that were here, her outfit wasn't particular what they would call 'noble attire'. To anyone who paid much attention to the humans, she dressed almost like how they would dress if they were into a darker type of music. However, looking at her would probably be the most interaction this girl was going to see from her, unless she got in her face that was.