May 14, 2011
Syssoi’s wound was struggling to heal. Darya had made up her mind to stop when Blatte noticed the bandage, soaked in blood. She chose a small valley among the trees, surrounded by rocks, as a rough camp. The vampire was placed as comfortable as possible on a foam mat, lying on his side. The girl felt his complexion was too pale and decided to wait until he woke up before going back on the road.
“He looks bad,” said Blatte, echoing her thoughts.
“I’ll have to give him blood when he wakes up,” Praxis replied, looking sombre.
“It may weaken you, ma’am,” objected the orderly reproachfully.
“I know, I’ve done it before,” she sat down next to the vampire and gestured to the Friesian with a chin movement. “Could you tell your Diablo to stop eating the trees?”
Blatte swore and l
