Giving the girl a once over, Ereba nodded. She indeed needed a change of wardrobe. Perhaps an explanation too. The vampire cursed her poor choice in words. Instead of raising the Ava's alarm, she'd rather have explained in a civil manner. Well, she'd have to get used to it sooner or later. "That's not a bad idea," she said. "One would have to wonder exactly what you were doing to look like ... that."
Standing up, the violet eyed woman looked around as she felt eyes watching her. There was no scent, which concerned her greatly. Enclave seekers were on the move. "We must leave here," she said. "I'm not sure how much you remember, but you're about to undergo a great many changes, New Born. We've got watchers hiding away in the darkness. You will follow me lest you wish to turn into a feral or be enslaved by them. I assure you; you wouldn't want either."
Without looking to see if Ava would follow her or not, she began to walk in the direction of her abode. Being an older vampire, her territory was given a wide berth by seekers and honored by the Enclave. She had friends within the vampiric society, but she hadn't want anything to do with them. They were a pompous bunch who ruled like kings underground. She wouldn't have that. Unlike most, she didn't crave the company of others. She just wanted to be alone. Unfortunately, this was a rare case. This child needed guidance, and she would give it if Ava had so desired.