Sounds of trade, the braying of donkeys and the lowing of camels, neighs from horses and the chatter of people of all species and tongues floated up from the desert-seaside city of Nymaya. It was a popular spot for exotic spices, fabrics, food and animals. The port attracted ships and commerce of all kinds and people of all kinds. In a world where humans were dwindling thanks to the overwhelming population of mythicals, any and every city could have dozens if not more than that of a combination of races and Nymaya was no exception. Dressed in rich colors and aromas, it welcomed anyone into its arms, sometimes challenging with her full splendor of arrayed activities and temptations and other times gentle and coy, only giving a peek into what might lie beneath. For anyone who lived here, the city was familiar, noisy and crowded, but home. Or at least Athwyn saw it as much. She'd never been anywhere else and she knew the Nymaya like it knew her. Still, every time she left her master's home, she found new amazement to behold, new people to wonder at and new experiences to ponder over. Normally pets weren't allowed outside for fear that they'd run away, but Athwyn had grown up in a vampire household and she knew nothing more than to do as she was told and stay in the city. It was a life she was not discontent with even as she was extremely curious about the stories she overheard people telling. The older she got, the more interested she became....but always she stayed. She had no way to leave and no where to go, and no true reason to risk a vampire's wrath by escaping. Today was like any other for the white-haired human as she wandered the streets. She was supposed to be getting an elixir for sunlight prevention, but the streets were busier than usual today, a festival about to begin that night and despite herself, Athwyn found herself swept up into it, every sight and sound making her smile as she wandered the streets with her head literally up and looking around, quite oblivious to anything else as was her nature.