there is no rose of such virtue // ethericrose
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Perhaps Edward was feeling nostalgic; perhaps desperately alone.
He’d found his way to the point in the city where new arrivals appeared. Wind tousled his hair, and set the posters on the message board a-flapping.
He glanced at the messages- most of them were singularly unhelpful, offering jobs or selling small items to people who’d just arrived in Citta. Nothing there for him.
Then a white-haired woman appeared, barely inches away from him. He flinched- more out of reflex than anything else- and breathed out, slowly.
She was either brand-new or had been here a very long time- and from the look on her face, he guessed it was the former.
Well. Time to be neighbourly, he supposed.
“Are you- did you just get here?” he asked. “Welcome to Citta. Sorry this happened to you.”