Cindrelle and Nahte!
Her focus is drifting, today. Cindrelle closes her eyes, attempting to focus on the faint feeling of sunlight warming her face - tries to find something to center herself around. The bench beneath her palms, the sun on her face. It's... fleeting.
When she blinks them open again, it takes her a few moments to adjust a few more to realize that the sun has disappeared behind a building. It takes a few more to realize that the blur of dark blue on the bench across from her isn't a patch of shadows, but a person.
Slowly, the features resolve into a miqo'te, dressed for travel. Details stand out in a patchwork, as her eyes find the crest earring on his ear, the weapon strapped at his back. There's a book in his hands - she fumbles for the one at her side, her fingers bumping against the tome, then over its lock. A different volume, then.
As she breathes slowly in, then out again, she realizes that the man has raised his head. An expression crosses his face that she registers in its' components. Crinkling at the corner of the eyes, a sudden movement of ears, a turn of the corners of his mouth. The book is closed and tucked aside, as the miqo'te bobs his head, and leaves.
He's disappeared entirely down the path by the time Cindrelle thinks to ask how long he was there.
(Thanks for the ask! )
