A well-fed vampire is a happy vampire (OTA)
Bree hadn't fed in a while, but she was still feeding well in advance of that pesky point where the hunger really started to get to her. It'd been a bit of a trial and error process, finding out how often she needed to feed, but really, that didn't come as much of a surprise. She'd barely been a vampire at all before she'd died, so there'd still been a lot to learn.
So as she came out of the forest, she was pleasantly full and in a cheerful mood. Then again, she was in a reasonably cheerful mood most of the time. She'd come to the village a somber little thing, but so much time around Renesmee and the family, how could she not have changed a bit? She was still more than prone to moods, but now they were just that -- moods, not an all-consuming thing. She figured she could live with that.
She lifted the ever-present camera around her neck and readied it to take a shot of something interesting that caught her eye.
(Feel free to catch her about to take your picture doing something! And feel free to not like it, too!)
So as she came out of the forest, she was pleasantly full and in a cheerful mood. Then again, she was in a reasonably cheerful mood most of the time. She'd come to the village a somber little thing, but so much time around Renesmee and the family, how could she not have changed a bit? She was still more than prone to moods, but now they were just that -- moods, not an all-consuming thing. She figured she could live with that.
She lifted the ever-present camera around her neck and readied it to take a shot of something interesting that caught her eye.
(Feel free to catch her about to take your picture doing something! And feel free to not like it, too!)