Starter for @webhecd !
They hadn't been to New York for... Well, nearly ninety years. The last time they were here, the Olympic coven grew by one member in the worst of ways. It still angers Esme to walk the streets of Rochester, but there is joy knowing Royce is rotting six feet under, exactly where he belongs.
Her husband happens to be attending a conference today, his hunger for knowledge never quite satiated. Esme too, will be trying to engage herself as much as she can with psychology lectures offered here; it's easier to distract herself with her career than it is to think about the people they've left behind. About the people who have left once more.
She isn't concentrating as feet guide her aimlessly through central park. Her shoulder meets that of a stranger, apologies immediately falling from her lips as she reaches out to steady the man with his camera around his neck.
"Oh god, look at me. I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, grateful for the inability to blush. "I didn't see you there." And brushing shoulders with vampires wasn't exactly painless; at least she was walking somewhat slowly.
"It's been a while since I've been in this city. I forgot the chaos which is Manhattan." A sheepish smile follows, a hand raking through hair. "I don't suppose you know where the nearest library is from here?"