Who: Amita @infinitami Where: Echo Acres
Ewan was several beers in when he finally left Bad Moon Brewery. Stumbling into the moonlit streets of Echo Acres, he'd taken only a few small steps before he saw a face that made him believe that maybe he really had found the limit of vampiric alcohol tolerance and was now hallucinating.
"Jesus Mary, I haven't seen you in yonks." Ewan whistled, shaking his head in disbelief, the Irish accent in his words the strongest it had been in years--though still considerably dulled compared to the last time he'd seen her, back when his homeland hadn't felt so far away. Back then, Lunar Cove was barely a town, and the year's date had started with an 18, not a 20. That she'd disappeared without a word hadn't exactly surprised him: he'd spent most of his own long life fucking off without notice, coming in and out of town whenever he felt like it, so he could hardly judge anyone else for doing the same.
