Making small talk, buying trinkets from eclectic vendors -
Ermés slowly perused the market. Chefs in their kitchens with a window ajar, the smell of crepes and croissants filled the canal. Witches sold herbs and incantations, day walkers lurk outside the shadows with scowling looks, fighting their thirst.
Helping a young girl win a street game of “find the pebble” brought him joy. Using his magic to transport the pebble into the cup she chose, then watching her take the satchel of francs. Laughing to himself, he proceeded to see what else the market had to offer. Ermés sensed a woman, before the two made contact. The town almost ‘over populated’ with different bloodlines, they stood out like fireflies in the dark of night. Always aware of his surroundings, he noticed a different show of lights coming from her. It was, as if her soul - was almost translucent.
“Is it that obvious huh?” Ermés played bashful. “It seems as if I’ve wondered into a cultural mecca”
The sun beamed down on him like godly rays.
Ermés enjoyed the nervous looks, wondering of his importance. His run ins with witches has always been, _“interesting” _to say the least. Used to cutting down hellspawn hags in the battlefield alongside his olympian brethren, it was refreshing to meet one with a seemingly cheerful disposition.
Nari ran her tongue over her teeth. He could see her in ways that she couldn’t see him and that always took some getting used to. But there was no time like the present (no time but the present, wherever she went the moment followed) to make peace with that. This was a fun game and, at the very least, he seemed the sporting type.
“I keep reminding myself they’ve had less than 200 years to set it up--for this civilization at least. It’s homey... a good place to not be found.” She wasn’t sure what it was she was teasing at, given she was here for finding, but the words were catty and playful and she secretly loved the way words came out of her mouth. “Also the rent is cheap and most standards are low--not that I think you’re the type to have trouble with that.”
It occurred to her that she hadn’t had a cigarette since breakfast and her body would likely want another soon enough. She had quit back in the 2030s, but she missed the old comforts of home. Nari pulled out her pack of pretentious hand-rolled clove cigarettes and offered him one before fumbling to light one herself, snapping her fingers a few times out of habit before she realized she needed her lighter... or maybe a little boost from him. “Any chance you’ve got a light?”
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