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Moira had made plans for this day. The three of them – Haev, Serana, and herself – would have a wonderful dinner together. As much as it was a dinner... The fragrant blood potions she’d mix for them. The rich flesh and bone she’d nibble on.
First, Haev had to go. Out of the house, somewhere else, leave her to prepare for their dinner. She sent them into Kynesgrove with a list. Half of it could be found simply, the other half would have Haev occupied for the day. Good.
Serana, she didn’t send off. This vampire felt out of place, Moira could tell. And as the hagraven clicked around the house, placing her light-shinies – luminous crystals that she’d taken from a cave – into nice hiding holes, she observed Serana floating about the house, unsure.
“Sweet-bite,” she chirped suddenly, startling the vampire. “Help with candles, light them.”
Moira was proud of her pet name for Serana, Sweet-bite, because in spite of her largeness, a token of her being Nordic, she was gentle. Or that’s how she saw her. Little-nibble, Haev, had agreed with her. She was proud too, of her name for Haev. The Breton vampire was small and they had a tendency to take small bites.
“Oh, sure. I can- I can do that.”
Serana was nodding too much. But Moira had to place the bone decor, it was her favorite thing to decorate with. It wouldn’t take her long, then she would see what was wrong.
And it hadn’t taken her long at all. Serana, however, was faster in her approaching Moira.
“Once you’re done decorating, I’ll go find Haev and leave you two al-”
The hagraven squawked and tutted.
“Today is for three. Today is for us. Tonight, we celebrate our union, this is why I decorate. This is why you help, Sweet-bite.”
She grabbed Serana’s hand, patting it. And the vampire’s shoulders dropped fractionally, slightly more comfortable.
“Now, taste, and tell me if good,” Moira held up a small cup containing the strange liquids she intended to give to her vampire loves.
Serana took the cup, swishing and swirling, sniffing at it, before bringing it to her mouth. A quick sip had her blinking quickly. Assessing the flavors, Moira reckoned. She took a deep breath in through her nose. Then exhaled. She seemed to click her tongue a few times.
“If not good, I’ll remake.”
“No!” the vampire blurted out. “No, it’s not bad. There’s just so many layers to it that I wasn’t expecting. It’s quite moreish, though. I think it will be wonderful for tonight.”
“Good.”
When Haev returned, they stared in awe at everything. Moira was fond of the way the light-shinies reflected in their eyes, the excitement that would course through them. And in their hands were dried flowers that she had readied with the alchemist in Windhelm.
“Moira, these are beautiful!” Serana smiled, looking through one of the bundles the other vampire had. “Oh, Haev, you’re so lucky!”
“Those ones are for you,” they bounced on the balls of their feet.
The taller vampire’s head shot up. She gazed at Haev first and then to Moira, who nodded.
“Today is for us. Includes you, always includes you.”
The two watched their taller partner’s cheeks heat up, as much as an ancient vampire’s cheeks could.
“Come, come. Sit, Sweet-bite, Little-nibble. We feast.”
Moira corralled the pair to the table. Light-shinies and blue-flames adorned it, empty goblets were lined up neatly. She grabbed the warmed jugs, full of her concoction. She hoped that by warming them, they’d go down smoother, or more naturally. Her partners had said cold blood was.. different... So, this was her attempt at remedying this.
Serana sat first, Haev having tucked her chair in. And as Haev made to do the same for Moira, she pretended to bite them.
“Oh, come on, it’s the least I can do, lokremi.”
“Is my treat.”
“Yes, that’s why I want to push your chair in for you.”
“Hush. Sit. Eat.”
“You know I can’t just standby and let you do everything.”
“I can do it-” Serana started.
“No.”
Moira and Haev turned to her quickly and she shrunk back onto her seat. The two couldn’t quite tell what she mumbled but Moira thought she heard,
“I was just trying to help…”
The three tucked into their respective meals. Moira watched with delight as Haev downed their drink. Wonderful. Serana took more conservative sips, savoring the taste. The two were so different in their feeding. She enjoyed watching them, how they’d flit about. While Haev called her lokremi, my dove, the was the two of them that seemed much more bird-like. Her dragonborn’s power and might, like a bird of prey. Even in spite of their size and lack of violence, the appearance of a sparrow. And her ancient one, locked in a tomb for so long, still feeling her way. Graceful like a swan, curious like a raven. But deadly all the same.
This night her heart swelled. Pride and joy pumped through her veins. Her long-clawed hand reached for her own goblet, filled with wine from Haev’s sibling of sorts, Sirestia. She rose it, grabbing her lovers’ attention. They raised theirs.
“To us.”
“To us!”
