Person: @iskra-tqd Location: A Gathering in the Past He didn't know why he was going aside from the fact that he knew if he didn't, he never would. He had to live life outside of his comfort zone, going to the Harmonium would mean he couldn't sit on the sidelines forever. It's not like he didn't want some sort of limelight anyways, just a quieter, tighter circle than the crowds his uncle performed to. Wanting to share art and whisper stories wasn't quite the same as commanding an audience on a ship or in a tavern. The 'gathering', Rowan had heard about from one of the guys down at Inkquisition and it was full of those who'd already received acceptance letters and those on the fence about putting theirs in. Artsy types, it was like a well mannered zoo with someone playing music in every room trying to show off. He mingles, he nurses a drink for what feels like an hour but all the talk of nerves and how to write the best entrance letter and all that slowly got to him. Needing a moment, he peruses the large house until he finds a cozy looking alcove by a wide window that has moonlight streaming through. Except it's occupied by a young woman with dark hair and long lashes seated on the cushion at the window ledge and he's stopped in his quest to retrieve his cigarettes from his back pocket. It's like a picture he wants to paint, a beautiful girl reading by the light of the moon high behind her. Big brown doe eyes turn his way as her fingers went to turn the page and he couldn't just stammer that he was just leaving. "Do you mind some quiet company?" He asks politely, unlit cigarette in one hand, lighter in the other.