Blood Moon Rising part 5
-Falion's House, Morthal-
As Tarrion traversed the dark passages of the ruins of Castle Volkihar with speed, as he wanted to leave as soon as possible, Serana stood in front of a small girl in Morthal. The girl looked at Serana with a confused and tired look and she rubbed her eyes.
"Hello…. Who are you?"
Serana looked down on the girl. She couldn't be older than ten years, and she had long brown hair, and in the dark Serana saw that her eyes were brown. She wore clothes that were pink and blue and she looked up at Serana.
"Why are you up so late?" the girl asked her. "Can't you sleep? Me neither."
"I… I am looking for a man named Falion." Serana said.
"Falion?" the girl asked. "He takes care of me, but he isn't here right now. He is somewhere in the marshes."
Serana sighed. She thought she now had to look for someone in the dangerous swamps, and despite that she was not afraid, she was tired of the long journey.
"Do you know where in the marshes?" she asked the girl.
"No, but I am sure he is there somewhere. I had a nightmare about him where he was fighting monsters and woke up. Did you have a nightmare too?"
"Eh.. no." and Serana smiled at the perfect innocence of the girl. She wasn't sure if the girl knew that she was a Vampire, but even if she did, she did not seem to care.
"Hmm… Falion says I shouldn't talk to strangers, but you seem alright."
Serana smiled again. "Thank you…. I don't hear that often."
"You can wait for him inside. Then we'll wait together. I want to tell him about my dream."
The girl let her in and Serana stepped into a small, but comfortable house.
There were two beds. One was large, and the other small. Two small dressers stood beside each bed and a simple wardrobe probably held clothes. In a corner, near the larger bed, stood an Arcane Enchanter and a few notes lay on it.
The girl lead Serana to a small table and offered her a seat, while she sat on her bed. She looked at Serana and her face radiated a child's curiosity.
"I am Agni." The girl said. "What is your name?"
"I eh… My name is Serana."
"That is a pretty name." Agni said. "I wish I had a pretty name like that. All the boys in Morthal tease me because they think my name is not pretty. Joric said that he named his pet mudcrab Agni, but he is lying. I know he does not have a pet, and when he saw a mudcrab yesterday, he was too afraid to get closer. But I wasn't."
Agni talked and talked, and Serana started listening. The more she talked, the more Serana smiled. Agni was a young and merry girl and Serana found her stories amusing.
"…. And when I grow up, I want to join the College of Winterhold and become a wizard, just like Falion, but he doesn't want me to. He thinks the college is bad, and 'predujis'."
"Is Falion your father?" Serana asked.
"No, but he takes care of me. After my mama and papa died, Falion took me in. He is much nicer than people say. I don't know why the others don't like him. I know that he has helped a lot of people."
"You do?" Serana asked and her interest was piqued. "How… do you know how he helps them?"
"No…" Agni answered. "I know he just asks them some things, and then they need to bring him something, but I don't know what. I asked him, but he said that those people want to change, but I don't understand. Why would someone want to be someone else? Joric sometimes makes fun of me, but I then tell him that I know about magic, and he doesn't. And I know that he keeps a book under his bed that he stole. He keeps telling me it isn't true, but I know it is. I just tell him that I like myself and one day I will be a strong wizard and then I can use magic and do what I want. Do you know magic?"
Agni suddenly looked at Serana with wide open eyes.
"I eh…" Serana did not expect this question and was taken by surprise. "Well… yes. I know about magic."
"Really? Can you teach me? I want to know about magic too. Can you teach me, please? I promise I won't tell anyone."
"You promise you won't tell anyone what?"
The door to the house opened and a man appeared in the opening. He was wearing dark, hooded robes and in the dark Serana saw his dark skin and she knew he was a Redguard.
"Who are you?" he asked her and he looked from Serana to Agni. "Agni, what did I tell you about letting strangers into the house?"
"Falion, you're back!" Agni said happily and she jumped off her bed. "I had a nightmare and I couldn't sleep. Can I tell you what it was about?"
"Maybe later." Falion said, and he closed the door behind him. "I first want to know who-…."
But he stopped when he took another look at Serana, and his face changed from suspicious to understanding.
"I see. Agni, you should go to bed."
"But I want to tell you about my dream."
"Tomorrow, alright? First I need to talk to her."
While Agni went to bed, Falion lead Serana to the other side of the large room. He gave her a seat and sat in front of her.
"I know what you are," he said and his voice was almost a whisper. "and let's not use that word. Not while she is here." and he nodded at Agni. "So, you want to become human again?"
Serana felt a bit of a shock, as she expected Falion to first ask her what she wanted instead of assuming.
"I… I am not sure." she answered. "I think I first want to know more of what it will mean for me if I go through with this."
Falion looked at her with a strange look. "Hmmm…. Most come here and are sure of what they want."
"Well… I am not like most, because…."
Serana hesitated. She wasn't sure how Falion would react, but she knew she had to tell him if before he could understand.
"I am Pure Blooded."
Falion's face changed rapidly to pure shock and he stared at her. "You are…. A Pure Blooded Va-…. A Pure Blooded one? I have never met one of you."
"And I have been one for so long, I cannot remember my old life." Serana finished. The emotion she had was now only in the background, as she had been over this with Tarrion several times already. "I want to know what it will do to me. What will it change, and how much will it change?"
"Well, I eh…" Falion scratched his head. He seemed astonished by the fact that he met a Pure Blooded Vampire. "I have no doubt I would be able to help, but what does it change? Well, everything, and at the same time, not much. You will be human, which means you need food and water. You will get cold, your senses will be gone. You will definitely feel weaker, and more fragile than before. All your powers will be gone."
"And in return? What can you do as a human that I wouldn't be able to do now"
"Well… you don't need to feed on blood anymore. You can walk in the sun. People won't shun you anymore or try to kill you. But why do you ask these things? Most know what they want, so what is it that makes you uncertain?"
"Because I don't know what I want." Serana explained, and her voice became a bit louder. "One the one hand I want to become human again. To feel human again, but on the other hand…. I have been a Vampire all my life, and I never regretted being one. I... I am just not sure if being human is what I want."
Falion took a quick look at Agni, because Serana had said the word 'Vampire', but she seemed to be asleep.
"Then maybe you first need to figure out what it is that you truly want, and whether or not you becoming human allows you to do what you want."
Serana knew not what to say. She sat still and tried to gather her thoughts, but she couldn't. Not with Falion staring at her, and she said that she needed some time to think. She left the house and walked around the corner and started pacing around.
Too many thoughts now thundered through her head. Falion's advice that she needed to figure out what she wanted, and whether or not her Vampirism blocked her from it.
'What do I want?' she thought to herself. 'A normal life with the man I love. Can I have that now?... yes.'
She could not remember any moment when Tarrion had said anything against her Vampirism, not even when he first met her. Not once had he showed any disdain toward her. And as Tarrion had said several times already, he cared not about the fact that she was a Vampire, and he loved her anyway.
'Can I love him and can he love me?'
This question was answered quickly with a 'yes'. She loved Tarrion and she knew that he loved her.
'Can I…. 'hop into bed with him'?'
This question was a bit more difficult, but she remembered what Aela said. But more than that, she remembered the look in Tarrion's eyes when she lay on top of him in Lakeview Manor. She saw it again and she knew it could not be anything else. '… Yes.'
She asked herself more questions. 'Can I have friends now? Can I live a normal life. Can I enjoy a normal life?' These and more she asked herself, but the most important ones were already answered.
'But a Vampire is a bloodsucking fiend. An evil creature, made by Molag Bal, an evil Daedric Lord.' she heard her own voice say.
But then another voice sounded in her head. The one of Paarthurnax, the old dragon that she met on the Throat of the World. 'You have passed through evil, and made into what you are by evil, yet I do not sense that evil in you. What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature?'
She knew of herself that she was not evil. She had proven that to others, and to herself. She was a Vampire, but not a 'bloodsucking fiend'. She was technically dead, yet still human at heart. She was a creature of the night, yet she craved to feel the day.
"Hi there."
A voice sounded behind her and Serana turned around only to see Agni standing next to the house.
"You're not asleep?" Serana asked.
"I woke up again." she said plainly. "I snuck outside when Falion was not looking. Why did you need his help? Are you sick?"
Serana was again confronted with the fast working mind of a child. Carefree and curious, and she smiled.
"No, what I have is not a disease. I…."
Then suddenly she heard herself give an answer to many other questions.
"What I have is not a disease." she repeated.
She looked up to the night sky and took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt a relief she had not felt in a long time and it was as if a huge weight had just fallen off her shoulders. In the end, no one other than herself had given her the answer she was looking for.
For the last few weeks she had seen her own Vampirism as a stain on her. She even remembered how she called it her 'tainted blood'. She thought that it was something like a disease, an illness not unlike a tumor, which needed to be removed. But she now finally realized that it was not like that at all. It was who she truly was, who she had been… and who she wanted to be.
"Are you leaving?"
Serana looked down on Agni who still looked at her with that child-like curiosity, and she smiled.
"Yes… I have to go." and she kneeled down in front of her. "Thank you. You have helped me."
"Then can you take this?" Agni asked and she pulled a blue flower from behind her back. Serana saw that it was a Deathbell flower.
"Eh… these flowers are dangerous." she said. "They are poisonous."
"I know, but I still like them. They are dangerous, but they are also pretty."
Serana took the Deathbell from her and looked at it, and she felt how it represented her. Dangerous, yet beautiful to some and she saw Agni smile.
"When I grow up, I want to be as pretty as you."
And Serana felt a tear well up in her eyes, and before she could stop herself she hugged Agni. In the distance she saw that the sky had turned orange, indicating that the sun was rising. She let go of Agni and stood up. The smile on her face was now perfect, and she felt better than she had felt in a long time.
-Crossing the border into Whiterun Hold-
Tarrion ran as fast as he could. He knew that he would not get tired easily and the thought that he could see Serana again only made his resolve stronger as he pushed on. The sun had started to climb down again, and he knew that, with a lot of luck, he would be able to reach Falkreath within a few days.
He ran like the wind and he felt that his tongue hung out his mouth, but he did not stop. In the distance he saw the town of Rorikstead, but he knew he could not stop there.
As soon as he had left Castle Volkihar in the middle of the night he had tried to reach the main land as soon as possible. It was still night when he reached the shores near Northwatch Keep, and there he had transformed. He knew that he had to find a path into the mountains that could lead him to Dragon Bridge, but he no longer had the patience to wait. He transformed into a Werewolf and ran up the mountains, using his sharp claws and strong limbs to find shortcuts and before the next night had fallen he could see Dragon Bridge in the distance. He knew that his horse there would be taken care of, but right now he cared not for it. He stayed in the woods and did not transform back, but instead ran down to the river. There he felt that his Werewolf form was tiring, and he was forced to transform back.
Knowing that he could not transform again that day, he decided to swim to the other side of the river and wait until the next day would come. The river was cold and strong, but Tarrion was stronger, and he reached the other side without any problems. He tried to find the road again, but it took him longer than expected.
The next day he decided not to transform just yet. In the middle of the day he would be spotted too easily and he simply followed the road toward Rorikstead. With his long training, Nordic stubbornness, Dragon blood and with his Werewolf endurance, he was able to walk the entire day without tiring. He did not meet a single soul on the road, and only after the night had fallen, he decided to transform again.
In his Werewolf form, Tarrion was evens stronger and faster than before, outrunning sabrecats with ease and with stamina greater than that of a wolf. Since he willingly transformed he knew exactly where he was going and after a few miles he saw the lights of Rorikstead. He gave it a wide berth and ran across the flowing hills and meadows of Whiterun hold and he knew that he could cross huge distances over this terrain. After a few hours he saw the mountains that separated Whiterun Hold from Falkreath Hold, and he kept right, finding the road that lead past Sunderstone Gorge.
-The Next Day-
Tarrion kept up the pace as he walked through the pine forests of Falkreath. The day had dawned few hours ago and he had transformed back. He had always liked the land and scenery here. A large, green countryside with high trees, green grass, mountains all around with snow-covered peaks, and a huge lake. Lake Ilinalta. On mornings the birds would sing, on afternoons the sun would make the lake shine, and during the evenings and nights the stars and moons would bathe the entire land in a silver light. Out of all the holds, Tarrion loved this one the most. The entire hold was teeming with life, whether it were trees and flowers, or birds and bees, or elks and bears, there was life all around.
But right now, he was not paying attention to what was around him. He wanted only one thing, and that was to get to Serana as fast as possible.
He reached the high, rocky hills where his house was at the beginning of the evening. The sun was slowly lowering in the west and the large shadows of the mountains lengthened themselves. He saw the central and highest tower of his manor already between the trees and he knew that he was finally home again. With a last surge of energy he almost ran to the door and saw that everything was quiet. A few last birds ended their song as Tarrion entered his home.
He immediately walked around to see if anyone was home, but there was no-one.
"Rayya?" he shouted, but there was no answer. Tarrion shrugged as he thought nothing of it and walked to his bedroom to change into a new set of clothing.
Before he was able to put on a new tunic however, he heard heavy steps on the stairs and in the hallway. He had just put on a new pair of trousers when Rayya threw the doors to his bedroom wide open. Her dark, Redguard face was moulded into an expression of concern and shock, and her turban was askew on her head. Tarrion looked at her and slowly his face changed as well.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I… I don't know." she answered.
"Is Serana back?" and Rayya nodded.
"Yes, but something is wrong. She walked in here this morning and shut herself in the bath."
Tarrion stood up. "What? Why? Did she say anything?"
"I don't know, and she didn't say anything. I asked her what was wrong, but her eyes were wet with tears and she told me to leave her alone."
Tarrion threw his tunic away and walked with Rayya downstairs to the large bath that was in one of the basements. They walked down a set of wooden stairs and found the door closed. Tarrion knocked on the door.
"Serana? Are you in there."
There was no answer. Tarrion silently cast a Detect Life spell and saw that the room was empty. He then cast a Detect Dead spell, and saw that there was one present in the room, and he knew that Serana was still a Vampire.
"Serana, what is it? It's me."
Still there was no answer and Tarrion knew there had to be something seriously wrong for her not to answer.
"Do you want me to break down the door?"
Tarrion looked at Rayya but shook his head.
"No… this is something that you cannot help with. Something must have happened. She didn't say anything, but did you notice anything. Anything at all?"
But Rayya shook her head. "No."
"Then I have to ask you something. Could you leave us for a while?"
"Of course." she answered. "I'll go to my own room and-…"
"No, I don't mean that. I mean could you leave for a while." Tarrion looked at Rayya. "There is something more wrong here than I understand now. I think it would be best if Serana and I have some time alone. Could you go to Riverwood or Falkreath and stay there for a couple of days? Would you do that for me?"
Rayya knew that she had to obey her thane, but she also knew that he would not give orders, and even now he didn't order her to leave. She nodded. "I'll leave for Falkreath at once. But first I need to gather some supplies." and she turned around and left.
Tarrion now did not wait to look for a key to the door, but instead used Telekinesis to pick the lock and opened the door.
He entered a large room which was twelve metres wide, twenty-five metres long and three metres high. The bath lay in the middle of the room and against the far end, and was six metres wide, fifteen metres long and was at its lowest point four metres deep. There were a few smooth, stone benches placed in the water to rest on, and on one of these benches, with her face to the wall and her back to the door, he saw Serana.
Her clothes lay torn and scattered across the room and her boots had sunken to the bottom of the bath. But Tarrion was disturbed by what he saw, as a trace of dark blood lead from the door to the place where Serana sat now. He closed the door and walked slowly to Serana, and he saw cuts on her back, shoulders and arms. Her skin was paler than before. He saw that she must have ripped her clothes apart and threw them away, and in the process cut herself as well. And Tarrion knew that she must have had a horrid experience, as something like this had not happened before.
"Serana?" he asked carefully.
"…Leave me."
Her voice was weak, yet stern, but Tarrion did not turn around.
"I can't." he said.
"Leave me." Serana said again, stronger this time, and Tarrion answered again. "I cannot."
He now lowered himself into the water and walked carefully toward her. The water felt cool and it rippled around her as he saw her body shake, and the water came to his waist. "I cannot leave you, because I made you a promise. When we met your mother I promised you; I will not leave you. Before we fought Harkon I promised you; Even if all the armies of Oblivion would stand between us, I will never leave you. And after I told Shor to shove it, I said it once again; I will never let you be alone again."
He had reached her and he saw the cuts on her back and shoulders clearly now. Blood stained her hands and dripped into the water, yet he saw that the wounds already started to heal. Her Vampriric abilities still worked.
He lay his hands on her shoulders and sat behind her on the stone bench. "I love you, and no force in this world or beyond will stop me from loving you. I will be here for you… always."
And Serana turned around and threw herself on Tarrion and she wept. Her tears poured from her eyes, and Tarrion hugged her and tried to feel what she felt. He felt that she was naked, but that was not on his mind right now. He caressed her back and arms and pressed his head against hers. He did not know what happened but he knew that he would be there for her.
Neither of them said anything as Serana cried. The wounds on her back slowly closed. Tarrion kissed her neck and tried to say all he felt with that kiss, and Serana slowly calmed herself. They embraced each other, but Tarrion did not know what to say. He simply held her tightly, hoping he would never have to let her go. Serana calmed herself more until a few last sobs started a silence that neither of them knew how to break.
"I… I don't know… what I can say."
Tarrion's voice was almost a whisper, and it was true. He did not know what happened and he did not know how he could help.
"I almost killed a little girl."
Serana's voice was just as quiet and her jaws were hurting. She tried to tell him what happened and she still had her head on his shoulder.
"After I met with Falion I decided that I needed some time to think. He made me realise that being human may not have been what I truly wanted. He said that I should discover what it is what I truly want. Then his ward Agni asked me if I was sick. I told her that 'what I have is not a sickness'. And then I realised that being human is not what I wanted."
"Then what is it that you want?"
"To be with you, and that nothing between us would keep us apart. I left and went to Whiterun to ask Lydia one last thing, but…."
Serana felt her grief boil up again as she remembered what she had almost done.
"I arrived at Whiterun and… I saw Mila, Carlotta's daughter, and…."
Tarrion felt how her body started to shake again.
"I saw her and I…. I hadn't fed in a full week…..she was just standing there. The night had already fallen, and before I knew it I was stalking her…. how can I do that?... to her? Her mother called her and I followed her home… I even snuck into her house…. Waited for her to fall asleep, and…. The hunger was overwhelming…. I needed blood… I wanted blood…. I couldn't….. I almost fed on her!"
Tarrion sat there shocked and his hands were frozen. He knew Mila Valentina well, and he was good friends with her mother as well. The thought of any Vampire standing over her, even Serana, was unsettling.
"I almost fed!" Serana shouted and her pain was unmistakable. She let go of Tarrion and walked away from him. The water reached her waist and Tarrion looked at her. A few last red lines on her shoulders and back were slowly fading and Serana felt more anger toward herself boil up. "On a little girl! I had just decided that I want to remain a Vampire and then this! Why did this happen?! WHY?"
Tarrion saw how she almost tore out her own hair and she started to scratch her own skin. Tarrion stood up and grabbed her hands and hugged her again, so that she couldn't hurt herself.
"Let me go, Tarrion!"
"No, I won't!"
"Then why do you still care about me?! Why do you even love a bloodsucking fiend like me?!"
"BECAUSE I DON'T CARE!"
His voice was so loud the it caused the water to swirl around them, and Serana looked at him in fear. He had let her go and now, for the first time he looked at her with something that seemed like anger.
"I don't care that you are a Vampire, and I have already told you several times over! If I did not want you to be one, I would have asked you to get yourself cured! If I did not care about you, I would have let you deal with your father alone! I would have killed you when I first met you! I would…."
Tarrion felt his own frustration boil as he looked at Serana. "Why can't you see that? You are not like others! You want to be good, you don't feed on everyone you want! Even if you would have fed on Mila, I would still love you! I love you. From the moment I met you again in Fort Dawnguard I liked you. From the moment we left the Soul Cairn I started loving you. And right now, I want nothing else but to be with you. If I had the courage to ask, I would ask you to marry me!"
Serana's expression of frustration and fear disappeared in an instant as Tarrion shouted those words. She hardly paid attention to what he said after that, because Tarrion said many other things. But she simply looked at him with her eyes wide open and her lips parted. Everything else had stopped for her and her body was unable to move. She did not even notice when Tarrion stopped talking and looked at her. She simply stared at nothing and her thoughts were unable to process what he said.
"Serana?"
With a huge shock she was pulled back to her body. She felt that she was naked, and Tarrion only had a simple pair of trousers on. She stood up to her waist in the water and Tarrion looked at her. His anger was gone and his old concern came back. And her grief had left her, and slowly her shock started to make place for happiness.
"Y-y-you … would?"
"I would what?"
"You…would ask me… to…" Serana was barely able to speak. It was as if her mouth and tongue no longer knew how. Like her brain could no longer tell her body what to do. "You want to… marry… me?"
"…. Yes…." was his answer. "If… you want the same…. What do you want?"
'I want you to take off your pants.' Serana thought to herself. It was the first and only thought she had right now.
"What?" Tarrion asked, and Serana noticed that she accidentally said it aloud. A part of her wanted to deny it. To make an excuse that would explain something else, but before she could help herself she said it again.
"I want you to take off your pants… and…. Take me to bed."
Now Tarrion looked at her, and slowly he saw a slight, and innocent, smile appear on her face. Her eyes now looked at him with wanton lust and her lips were slightly parted.
Then Tarrion walked up to her and kissed her while he lifted her up. He grabbed her firmly by her thighs and carried her out of the bath. His body from his waist down was wet, and the same was true for Serana. The wounds on her back had healed and she now ran her hands uncontrollably over Tarrion as he carried her past the door and up the stairs.
She felt his naked chest pressed against hers and she could sense his every being. His heart that was pounding and his blood that was flowing down to his loins, and, despite that she was an undead Vampire, she felt her own loins stir as well. She grabbed his shoulders and pressed her breasts against him. Her legs were wrapped around him and she could feel his warm body against her naked legs, and it drove her crazy. She could not control herself anymore and she grinded her body on him as he walked up the stairs to the hallway that lead to his bedroom, and she was giddy with anticipation. This was what she truly wanted. She wanted him. All of him.
And Tarrion felt the same. Every other thought was banished from his mind as he felt her hands on him. He knew that he would want to touch and kiss every part of her, and he knew that he would do just that. He felt how she was pressed against him, her naked breasts pressed on his chest and her wet legs wrapped around him in a tight grip. He felt his own manhood grow under Serana's touch and he kicked the doors to his room open.
Serana felt how he threw her on his bed and as Tarrion looked at her, he froze. She was perfect, in every sense of the word. Her legs were supple and smooth. Her thighs were firm and Tarrion wanted to grab them. Her waist was slim and her breasts were perfect. He saw how her shoulders smoothly changed into her neck and from her neck it changed into her face. Two soft, rosy lips. A small, well-shaped nose. Deep black hair that just reached her shoulders. And two deep red, slightly glowing eyes that looked at him, and just as always, he saw love in them.
And she looked at him. From his strong legs to a firm waist. She could see his muscles covered in scars that he got from his countless adventures. His massive chest and thick arms. She saw his strong hands and she wanted to feel them all over her. She looked at his face and saw a strong jaw, with a slight black beard. His hair was short as always, and almost as black as hers. A broad nose, thick, dark eyebrows and under them, deep eyes that always had strength in them. She saw how he smiled at her and she smiled back, and she wanted him. She needed him. She desired him.
But he did not move. She looked at him how he stood frozen in front of her and slowly she saw how his smile turned into a painful grimace. She saw how he tried to breath, but his chest refused to go up or down. His hands were contracted and she saw how every muscle in his body was tightened, and his mouth was slightly open in a silent moan.
Then the worst thing that Serana could imagine happened. The pale light of the stars that filled the room made place for a terrifying, blood red light. She looked in desperation at Tarrion who had his eyes closed and she could hear a slight grunt, that sounded almost like a growl. She turned her head and over the eastern mountains, she saw something that would haunt her for months.
Terrifying, blood red and merciless. She saw how the giant moon climbed over the mountains, and she knew.
The Blood Moon had come.
=End of Chapter=
=Author's Notes=
Noooo! Not now, dammit! Poor Serana. Tarrion told her wat he wanted, Serana told him what she wanted, and then this shit happens.
But yea, that is it for this chapter. Stay tuned for the last chapter of this Arc.
I know that there was at least one that disliked the constant C-blocking that I use, and I can only agree. But don't worry... This was the last one… Pinky-promise.
Characters:
Falion: Redguard master Conjurer, Lives in Morthal. Shunned by the rest of the town. Takes care of Agni, an orphan. According to the game-files and certain dialogues, he has travelled the planes of Oblivion, met with the Dwemer and seen things that no man should see. Hmmm…. Interesting.
Agni: Falion's ward. Orphaned girl, about ?10? years old? Not much to say.
Mila: Daughter of Carlotta Valentina. Works with her mother to help sell fruit and vegetables. It's fun most days, but hard work.