Bloom

A little bit of background!
This is for the writing contest, and I got a word prompt: ''Marketing, news, convince, liability. Naturally, I went, Vampirism! ''Enjoy!

Arrival
Zinnea and her moms got plenty of weird looks from the other people in the train station. The three of them stood like an island in the current as Chassie reviewed a map of their new city and Mauve kept hold of Zinnea. Everyone bumped into them, usually with an ugly comment and a rush of new smells. There were so many smells, exchanging every other second. Zinnea couldn’t believe it. She’d never been in a crowd like this, leather-burlap-soap-sweat-different soap-stone-tobacco-milk-peanut butter-whiskey and everywhere the smell of flesh.

“Zinnea,” Mauve warned, tightening her grip on her daughter’s upper arm. Zinnea looked up and met her mother’s eyes, a blue like crow feathers and all the understanding in the world. “Keep it together.”

“But it’s so much!” Zinnea said. She tugged at one of the braids woven into her mane, a rare nervous gesture. Mauve sighed and took Zinnea’s lavender fingers in hers.

“Slow breaths and times tables. We’ll be out of here momentarily.”

“That exit leads to a street that runs through our new neighborhood,” Chassie said, finally emerging from the map and pointing. She led them through the crowd, cutting across the stream of traffic, and dropped the map in the recycling on the way out. She had no need for it; she had it memorized.