She had only come out here because she needed time away from the typical demons that had accompanied her from Faêrun--one that drank blood, but was not a vampire; the sister of that particular demon, who was strong with fire magic, the children of the blood-drinker, and the son of the fire-demon who thought that he was as she: a half-seraph.
Her mother had shared her peculiar curiousity with demons and other such dark beings--some said that her mother was where Senna got most of her traits from. She sighed as she walked along the beach, her six blue wings folded against her back as her pale yellow dress fluttered in the wind.
Hm... I wonder what I could search for out here... she thought to herself, barely noticing the man who was walking toward her.