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[sansfinpetit]

The warmth the past couple of days made me almost believe I was back in New Orleans, but alas....I am still here. Still hunting, still living in obscurity. But that is the curse of our kind. Now it is as cold as death, and I don't think I'll venture out tonight. The snow is too deep for my tastes.

Daniel...I'm sad for you that your maker has left. I'm sorry. If it would be any consolation, my door is always open to you.

((ooc; ......Claudia's feeling just a tad lonely. XD ))