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Who: Sera @moravitris​ Where: Golden Fang When: Early Storm, Plot drop 2

Too many revelations had come with Zelimir’s revolt. Kerem was almost alive, his makeshift grave holding only a memory of the witch turned vampire. It felt as though Kayra’s childhood pleas were met with a cruel manifestation, one where her brother was forced to walk the earth immortalized at twenty-five. Still, the orphan inside her bones clung to the idea of a some kind of future for them. A family, reunited. It was the very reason Kayra agreed to a deal with the Stanislav patriarch- dirty deeds in exchange for freedom. She’d soak the island in blood if it meant getting what she wanted... the second issue, a man vs self, came in the form of her ancestor Kamile. Rooted in her brain like rot in an oak tree, the witch was slowly eating away at Kayra’s control. It happened at the party. The Yildiz witch was locked away in her own mind, her body left to the devices of a 18th century nightmare. All it took was seeing a lover from her past for Kayra to lose grip. Wind whipping against the glass of the Golden Fang was enough to draw the brunette out of her thoughts, eyes surveying the restaurant. They fell on a figure that gracefully glided through empty tables. Sera. So she had shown up. Kayra was half certain that her hail Mary invitation would’ve gone ignored. As the women neared the table, hazel eyes flickered upwards. “I ordered kahve, somehow this is the only place on the island that has the Turkish kind.” Steam emanated from the copper pot while Kayra poured the other a glass. “I heard you’re from the coast.”