With a slip of her head to a side, moving one foot behind the other, semi lowered her frame to curtsy with a cute flourishe. The swirling myriad mass of will o the wisp now seemed unnaturally drawn to her, swirling around as if spellbound to her. "This one." She paused with a vivacious little giggle, referring to the pacified vampyre, with a gentle tapping wave of her fingertips across their side. "Is such a pretty little kitty, do you not agree?" A quizzical smile winding over the expression on her face, reaching in to a messenger style pack with a hand, taking a long metal pipe, a pinch of catnip, and a strip of preserved fish from among the contents. Tossing the nip on the floor in front of their face, waving the food around in a persuasively enticing manner, mere moments before forcing it in their mouth. The vampyre spat, growling, as they hissed from behind clenched pointed teeth, when she started softly stroking them over on the neck, with a heavily petted embrace, only to insistently point them out the front gates of the tower itself.
"Fairly met." The faerie said, before turning about face, with a slowly performed spin, heading deeper in to the tower as she waved her hand motioning in a bid for the sable skinned dark elf vampyre to follow and walk with her. Leading the way as she advanced further in to great hall, will o the wisp lining before her, moving between the dim cast illumination of their pale lights glow. "What brings you, and your companion, to this somber, forsaken corner of this land inhabited by the waking unlife?" She said, pinning the pipe between her lips to sate her fixation, lighting it with sparks of sapphire colored faerie fire that danced at the tip of her forefinger. "There is no more a threat here, from the lurking hordes, so long as you do not disturb the dead and undead, the dead and undead will not disturb you." She spoke plainly in hushed tone, offering the words with a little smile.
With a turn of her left hand and a flick of her wrist, she thrust the black blade of her bastard sword in the air, impaling the still winds of the atmosphere in the room toward a throne elevated on a dais. Ancient arcana runed glyphs flashed for an instant, appearing as they sparkled brightly in a deep shade of indigo like twilight, just beyond the reach or her arm, where slick, oily black iridescent tentacles rose from the surface of the rise, destroying the seat of position. A twisted maddening visage of chaos, the new seat, one more suited to one of her size and stature replaced the eld.
"Now, with that minor little piece of business out of the way." A short pause, however brief, afforded her a moment to take her place, seated with legs cross and arms at rest upon the Chtulhian inspired grand chair . "Welcome to Necropolis Hollows. . . officially. . ."