She Jibanyanly took a bite of the croissant, eyes closed.

"We told you we wouldn't hurt you!" she said in a quiet, wary voice.

Svetlana rolled her eyes and replied:

"Oh, my dear Romalin, WE POSE no THREAT, so there’s no need to WORRY. It’s only natural to be suspicious of us I’m USED TO IT."

Romalin nodded nervously, offering an awkward, apologetic smile.

"I’m sorry, Svetlana," she said. "I’m not the sort of person who trusts others right away. When I heard you were 'VAMPIRES', I got flustered after all, those creatures have a terrible reputation! Haha!" She scratched her head habitually. Trust is paramount in our service something both the staff and the reader should know and one must not overlook the rapport between her mother and Romalin, the new recruit.

Svetlana gently patted Romalin on the shoulder; her tiger-like ears twitched atop her head, and she offered a warm, affectionate smile.

Svetlana said, "No need to worry despite what some people claim. Come now, we’re late; let’s get home before sunset."

Romalin smiled in resignation, though she remained anxious and skeptical about this new life in Micronesia. She watched Svetlana turn and begin to walk away. Romalin fell into step beside her, sighing; the air didn't smell pleasant there was a faint scent of steam-train exhaust lingering in their wake.

Romalin muttered to herself, "So, 'no harm' means 'no trouble,' RIGHT? I JUST hope the rest of the family isn't as mysterious as the eldest SON..." She felt the ice cream she was holding begin to melt and nervously hurried to eat the croissant before it could drip away.

She reached the foot of a mountain. The wind began to blow, announcing the arrival of winter. FLOWERS swayed in the cold breeze. Romaline's hair fluttered with the cold, gusty wind, as did Svetlana's... and the scent of her expensive French perfume, Gali Gali, wafted from her, along with the smell of 'SHAMPOO'. Later, Gibanelli seemed to be deep in thought, her mind buzzing with ideas, while Svetlana chattered away for a while.