I step out of the chateau and follow the scent of espresso and zagara. I can smell a nearby lake and feel the gentle breeze that wafts off it bringing a soothing chill to my skin. I may not be able to see it, but I can feel the beauty of this place. My feet walk along the gravel trail as it crunches beneath my feet until I see the blood-red aura with a ring of canary yellow, just what I was looking for. I can hear her sobs as I approach, and she quickly muffles them as I get closer.
“So, you’re an irshiust,” she says.
I smile kindly at her, “I am.”
“I thought you had laws against making newborns,” she says with disdain.
I sigh and sit down beside her and find my back against a tree, “You’re right. We have laws to stop sanguidaes from just going out and turning people whenever they feel
