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Having left Los Naches, she decided to explore a bit more before getting somemore rest. When entering the docks, she would tell that the place was not run by any uptight vampire. She knew that she would need to soon get back to the Hotel to take a long shower after going through this place.

The gravel beneath her feet which was at first an annoyance had faded quickly from her mind. She didn't know why she chose a place like this to look around, though it was as good as any other place.

Spotting an old pick-up truck not far ahead of her, she moved off to the left. More or less the move was to keep anything which might be hiding in/on the truck from jumping out and directly hitting her.

She remained walking at a slow place, her eyes on the sparkling water. If she would have chose to walk on the other side of the truck, she never would have seen the guy snoozing on the hood of the Ford, though she did. Smirking at her first thought that he was misplaced, it was not hard to tell that he did not belong in this part of New York, hell, some would say that by his looks, he didn't belong in New York at all.

She thought for a moment that Rouge's voice was just another of those running through her mind. It took her a minute to be hit by the words, and actually part them from the others.

Ciara didn't stop walking, she figured that if Rouge wasn't to far behind, unless she was skilled tapping enough to tap into the minds of others from such a distance.

Taking a moment to allow her mind to fallow the path which the message seemed to have come in, she responded in the same method, though her own voice within Rouge's head would sound a bit harsh, as if broken.

"Protecting is not what I need. This is a new place for me, and I do not do well with kindly, as some would say, finding out things. I prefer to use the word quiet. That does not matter. My focus now is to know who is in charge of what, and who to stay clear of.

Her words, no matter how they were taken, were not meant to be mean, rude, or apathetic. She really wanted these answers, and she would get them some way. Yes, she prefered them from her own race, but that was for Rouge to decide.

She had indeed not come across the coven and allowed the image to stay within her mind. That image was much better than those which she has stumbled across recently.

Stoping at the waters edge, she crotched in a near kneeling postion. Her left hand lowering into the calm liquid.

"I see."

Her head slowly lowered to look at where her hand had entered the water. She was careful for what she said, more so now than before. The Elder was talking, and that's what she wanted.

"I thank you. Now what of this war, and whose land am I on?"

She would keep her questions simple, for now was not the time to get complecated.

"Sounds fun." Her voice ended with the same sigh her body released. Her left hand had moved out of the water to allow her arms to cross in a relaxed fashion on her theighs. Her head was still lowered, her blue-gray eyes on the water.

"Who do you believe poses the biggest threat?" Smelling the fumes from both Rouge's lighter and cigeratte caused her to turn her a bit. The question seemed to be out of concern, that of which she had little to spare. Some how, she looked at everything differntly. The small things mattered more to her than the bigger things. It was hard for her to explain.

She had to think on that one for a moment. It was more or less a spontaneous action, moving to New York.

"I suppose you could say to get away and try something new."

Her own voiced sounded as a strangers, to soft to be hers. Possibly her thoughts caused this, she did not know. What she did know though came from a tight pulling sensation on her lower abdominals. She was hungery, to put it plain and simple. She had been in New York a week or so already and had found no food. She hated her digestive system, yet it was her own fought, she had trained it, some how. She didn't know much else to add in, her mind had now went into some sort of defence mood agasint herself, finding ways to fight off the hunger. Ciara gazed out at the water taking in the beauty that sparkled over it, her head staying lowered.

Ciara looked up towards Rouge as she spoke this time. Her eyes fallowing her gesture.

She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the human. Offering Rouge a gentle smile before speaking calmly.

"He would probably do more damage to me than I would him."

She cursed herself not long after recieving the curse which made her do it. It sucked, to put it simply. She couldn't feed on humans, females made her gag, and she had never tried any other demonic force's blood. She didn't know if it was for the best or worst that she had not, though, she never really thought of it.

Ciara paused. She was to make friends, not enemies. Trust. There is no harm in sharing, She thought to herself.

"Human blood has never really.. Settled well with my system. When it comes down to it all though, I will drink a human dry. My preferences, are male vampires and male angels."

She stoped there. It wasn't much of a sercret, though only a few really knew that about her. It wasn't a betrayal to her race, but she didn't like what they were. What they did. Turning her back on them would cause her to look hypocritical though, so she accepted it for them.

Pushing her palms into her knees, she brought herself to a stand. She knew the rising sun would bring pain to her body, more so her eyes, due to lack of nutrients. Not that this would bother her. She has delt with worse, expecially in her younger years with being arrogant and nearly killing herself just because she wanted to watch the morning sunrise. Most of the time she would, though she wasn't so sure if she would at the moment. She had a feeling in her that she had been found. And with this thought, she was glad Rouge droped the subject of moving here when she did.