Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141122063259/@comment-29458028-20141123085025

Serana began to complain of the sunlight the moment they left the cave, as she always did. She hated the sun for myriad reasons, not just her vampirism, perhaps also because of beauty and other reasons, but Francois didn't want to probe that.

Francois said "are your sure you want to go to castle Volkihar? Wasn't your father an insufferable oaf? You really don't remember me, the vampire Francois Mercer? The one whom you called the Snow Prince?" (there is a reason why he hates it when people call him that or a snow elf wannabe. It's a term of endearment for only Serana to use XD)

"Ugh, why do I not remember you. Wait, yes, I know your face and the taste of your mouth, but why not your name? Whatever, let's move on to Castle Volkihar, maybe my memories will come back later" replied Serana in a tone that was not utterly cold, unlike her usual inflections.

Francois would have cried, if he wasn't such an emotionless, practical man.