Like an utter little fool, the woman had been lost in thought, eyes turning up toward the moon as though she could divine the answers she sought by counting the dark patches and drawing wisdom from their number. Her hands snaked around her waist, clinging tight to herself in an attempt to warm the chill inside her, though her body no longer felt the cold the way it had a little under two years ago. Two years. Such a short time for your entire life to change. Her mind skittered away from the thought of eternity, the lifespan she'd been cursed with now.
Her thoughts snapped away from the past - at least, for now. It was at that moment that the sound of footsteps - quiet to a human ear, but blaringly obvious to her heighted senses - cut into her reverie. As such a young vampire, Cybele was nearly all instinct; where before she would have most likely fled, she now whirled around, eyes flicking over the street and locking onto the approaching man with a nearly feral sharpness. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, but she drew a deep breath and loosened them, though that was largely a reaction of habit. Of course, she had little need for breathing now, except to deflect suspicion.
Within the first moment of seeing the man, she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. Her husband stood on the street in front of her. She opened her mouth, trying to speak his name, eyes wide with shock - but then really looked. There were similarities, to be sure - the dark hair, for one, and they were near each other in height. But her husband had never had red eyes, and he'd been more muscular than this figure before her. She swallowed visibly, trying to regain control of herself - and the surge of hunger that had risen inside of her.
"I-I was just looking around." Her voice was a little thread of sound at first, and she could have cursed herself for the stammer. Swallowing again, she looked up at the human - at least, he looked human - and tried again. "I prefer the night to the day, and I've never been to Arca before." She sounded a little firmer now, and her voice was... not quite warm, but not unfriendly, either. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed you." She cast her eyes down to her feet to stop herself from staring at the curve of his throat and the pulse that beat in the hollow of his neck. She was not going to eat this seemingly nice man.