as she walked behind the mother and daughter.

Romalin's Thoughts

"OH MY GOD! WHAT am I getting myself INTO? Snow Leopard VAMPIRES? Is that all I need? But I don't see anything frightening about them. Hey! Romalin, you're exaggerating. They're peaceful, they're PEACEFULLY!"

Romalin kept reminding herself of these reassuring words and thinking about the future, about how to deal with this family, what they were like, their behavior and personalities, and whether she would be alone there... She had dealt with bullies and people who had tormented her a lot, but now it was a completely different story. Vampires, and not ordinary ones. What made them so different from traditional vampires? Was it the Snow Leopard, or something more interesting and sinister?

---SEVERAL HOURS AT THE MARKET---

Svetlana bought ice cream for the third time and continued licking it, like a little child. She'd never seen ice cream before, and Gibanelli watched her calmly, shaking her head gently and grumbling, as she ate a chocolate croissant with thoughtful bites. Behind them was Romaline.

In one hand, she held the ice cream, and in the other, she clutched a puffy chocolate croissant, rich with creamy white and dark chocolate. And you, dear reader, are wondering about Romaline's bag? Well, here's the answer:

The porter retorted indignantly, "Hey! I've been carrying this bag for ages! Can I at least get SOME FOOD? I'd be grateful then, and..." Sevatlana interrupted him, her tail wagging behind her.

"Hmm! We SAID we'd give you a 'tip' on top of your usual FINAL PRICE. What are you THINKING? Getting MONEY is better than just ice cream that'll END UP IN THE TOILET!"

Romalin responded, trying to keep up with Sevatlana and Gibanianli.

"Ah! THANK you, ma'am, for this. Um! But may I ask a very simple question?"

Sevatlana continued to devour her ice cream with childlike gusto, and then answered.

Sevatlana licked her small, sharp teeth.