Elijah
There was a movie theatre around here, and he was finally going to see the Grand Budapest Hotel, along with the Fantastic Mister Fox and some other movie he hadn't actually seen but had managed to make people think that he had seen because he'd read enough of the IMDB synopsis to fake it. His life was a series of times that he had to fake it, though he was starting to surround himself with people who knew when he was bullshitting, which meant he either needed to step up his game, or it meant that he needed to step up his game or he needed to just play nicely and not lie to people.
He was taking the latter instead of the former. The former would have been easier, though.
He couldn't be around Kalen all the time, he couldn't spend all of his time studying, and he had spent a good chunk of his time that day studying. It was a nice enough day, something that Elijah could bask in, and he was allotting himself a break, apprentices were allowed to have breaks, right? Of course right.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where we open our scene- with an apprentice on the street, largely unsupervised. Heaven help us.
Kiara Woolfe
16th Street Mall was a bustling haven for the everyday Denver tourist and while she wasn't prone to the sentimentality that drove people to selfie their every move and memory, Kiara Woolfe did enjoy the sensation of being swallowed by the crowd, of weaving in and out of hole in the wall bookstores and plucking dust covered anthologies from dark corners to purchase. She had several bags in hand by noon and a small container with the Starbucks logo printed on the side she was tentatively blowing on and sipping from as she stepped to the side to allow a horse drawn carriage to pass.
It was a beautiful animal, snowy white with a tail it flicked in seeming agitation as the brunette sought to extricate herself from its path. One that, funnily enough, directly entwined her with Elijah's present location.
There was a hot shoot of breath from the horse, it whined and jerked a little before being hauled back into line.
"Easy, Charlie." The driver crooned and whistled, slapping the reins and clicking his tongue to urge the animal to walk on. Kiara, for her part, stood to one side and waited for the carriage to pass, the most subtle of expressions of bemusement written into the curve of her lips. She was, by all accounts, perfectly normal looking, the cause of the animal's seeming fright. Dressed in jeans, boots and with a brown leather jacket slung over an arm, if anything she drew the eye more for the fact she seemed utterly unaffected by the horse's reaction.
She docked a pair of sunglasses on top of her head and slid her eyes in passing over the young man loitering out on the pavement. A smile surfaced, dimples left an impression paired with it and she lifted her shoulders idly as if to say: who knows what makes horses do what they may?
Elijah
[awareness!]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10) ( success x 4 )
Elijah
Animals sometimes know things about people that other mundane creatures do not. The horse was spooked, but not terribly so. Not enough that it reared back, not enough that anyone was in danger, but… it was odd because the woman it seemed so terribly afraid of seemed so normal, but felt like… felt devouring. Felt empowered and strong and Elijah looked at the young woman with the smile and her dimples and he wondered-
Why the Hell not?
So, he headed over, trying to make his way past the horse drawn carriage, off to make friends like it was fate that brought him to this particular juncture. "Horses are crazy," he said with a laugh, "you cool?"
Of course she's cool, she's crystalline. She's the whole of the cycle, renewing and taking and renewing and devouring over and over again and he can't help but be enthralled by all of it. So easily surprised, this one. So easily entwined.
Kiara Woolfe
She's -- a whole other ballgame, Kiara Woolfe. Smiling at Elijah like she has some fathomed notion that he's come to see if she's alright. Maybe it's not the first time something like this has happened, clearly, from the way she measures him toe to nose and glances away, smiling before looking back to greet his words.
"I'm golden." She attests and sticks a hand out without preamble; there's a ring on her forefinger, silver and blue; several piercings in her ears decorated with tiny studs and a shade of shocking pink lipstick painted on her mouth. It attracts the eye -- it's probably meant to. Her hands are warm and sure, or at least the singular she offers him and clasps for a lingering moment.
She's got an assurance to her mannerisms, the way she tosses strands of dark hair from her eyes that's at once fascinating and little impressive. "And I'm Kiara." She holds his eyes. Hers are very dark. Brown without compromise. "Woolfe." That smile is back, she nods off at the departing carriage.
"I like the carriages. It's very vintage chic. Old worldly."
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