[ Wait, I'm coming undone.
Irate, I'm coming undone.
Too late, I'm coming undone.
What looks so strong, so delicate. ]

With an angry huff, the vixen rose from her desk. She slammed her hands on the worn, wooden surface causing her glass of blood infused wine to shake. She didn’t need to look outside to know it was storming out. The pitter-patter sound and cleansing scent of the rain typically brought Neveah comfort but instead, she felt trapped. After the encounter with Celeste, the vixen wanted to put as much distance between her and Kurayo as possible. She still loved the city and would not vacate it completely. The redhead would not allow the vaewolf to have that sort of control on her life. No, she would not yield in such a manner. It would take Nemesis himself telling her to leave to make Neveah move. Celeste had not been totally awful. It was just really awkward and uncomfortable. Veah could handle things that would make most sick but cattiness was not her game. No good could come of it.

She rapped her fingertips against the table. Then, an idea hit. Neveah reached into a small box on the table and slid on a ring. She wiggled her fingers to watch the onyx and rubies sparkle. A satisfied smile settle on her lips. Nemesis had the other one. It was a sigil of their guild, of their old life. He still wore it from time to time which meant it may have influence. At minimum, it was pretty. The vampire turned away, waved her hand forward, and opened a gate. Veah stepped through, her boots on beaten road. Her emerald gaze scanned the area. She had been to Vilpamolan just once or twice before. Considering it was a peninsula on a different continent, if she wanted space, this certainly fit the bill.

The bustling trading center did not seem to sleep like Kurayo. However, it was ruled by various pirate lords that she had not yet met. The people were seemingly all vagabonds of all races. Neveah and her business partners were working out the kinks in their little arrangement. She was not worried about the orc. He seemed to be a business man first and foremost. As long as the silver continued steadily and at the amount agreed upon, his loyalty would likely remain. The wasp woman, however, was a different story. Neveah did not trust Sharifa. The deal had been too good, made too much sense.

Still, the vampire had ambitions - and no one was going to stop her.

The vixen prowled towards a stone half wall and hopped on to it. She threw one leg over the edge and reached in her pocket. Neveah unrolled a small bundle of fabric before reaching back into her pocket and pulling out a small pipe. The redhead packed it with her herbs then tucked the remaining leaves away. Bringing it to her lips, she pointed her pinky down into the bowl. Slowly she inhaled as the herbs caught flames from her finger tip. She paused with closed eyes. A soft moan left her throat as she exhaled. Her shoulders rolled back as she pulled the pipe away for a moment. She ran her tongue across her lip, savoring the floral taste. Then the vixen took another drag. Vampires did not need to breathe to survive but to get high? That was a different story. She placed the pipe off to the side and placed both of her feet upon the wall. Her hands were situated behind her with her head rolled back. Feeling the relaxing effects sink in, her gaze looked to the sky. The moons were tiny slivers.

“Business can wait until tomorrow,” she mused aloud, sliding off the wall. She sauntered towards the nearest tavern that caught her eye.