For the most part, the vampire lifestyle suits Yvette Lowell very well. She sneaks into Oxford to listen to the classes taught there without such annoying necessities as 'enrolling,' spends her nights however she likes, which usually translates to 'mess with her transmutation witchery some more.' She used to go on weekly hunting trips, but ever since she got the trick of transmuting things quickly enough to drink as she transmutes, she decides to make a habit of smaller, more regular meals. While she can turn anything she likes to blood, she can afford to fudge a bit when transmuting between blood types. If she's not as careful about transmuting every drop of rabbit blood to fox blood, then she just has fox blood that tastes vaguely of rabbit, instead of fox blood that is too watery or tastes vaguely of dirt. This is a nice balance between convenience and safety, she thinks, especially when she ends up spending so much time in human adjacent territory.
It's returning from one of these mini hunting trips that she spots a subtle mote of light, floating in the middle of the air. She blinks at it, then goes to investigate at a closer range. It looks like a tangle of threads, spiderweb-thin and woven from sunlight, moonlight, and firelight. What is it? The thread texture is strange - she'd compare it to silk, but it's too smooth and flawless for that. Yvette reaches out a hand to copy the threads present. Whatever this is, she hasn't seen anything like it before, it's fascinating, she's going to catalog all of the thread types present, then she's going to figure out where it came from. The tangle drifts slightly and meets with her outstretched fingers, and -
- then she's somewhere else entirely.