Even without Cirrus leading the way, Risa would have had an easy time finding Nico. First, because the more time she spent with Nico, the easier it got for her to pick out his particular soul from the rest of the information the city threw at her senses. Second, because when they got onto the street where the tavern was, the crowd gathered outside of it left her with no question that they were in the right place, despite the fact that the tavern where Nico was staying was on the other side of the city.
Said crowd of onlookers from various Fey species (and also some curious wild animals) looked when they felt her approaching. Cirrus fell back to let her take the lead, which turned out to be the best plan since the crowd parted for her without her having to ask. It was getting fairly well known now that the Angels, in general, were in contact with the phoenixes and that, more specifically, she was connected with this one particular phoenix.
The conversation with Arcadia was still bothering Zephyr the next evening. The manga in his hands had been open to the same page for what he imagined must be at least an hour now. He’d stared at it without really seeing it for most of that time. The rest of the time had been dedicated to staring at his guest over the top of the book while trying not to draw suspicion from her. It was far harder to do when she was actually sitting upright in the chair for once. Mostly. She was slumped against one armrest with her legs bent over the opposite arm to rest her currently shoeless feet on the other chair’s seat.
She was once again working on the crystal that he’d been excited about not too long ago. Now, it was hard to get excited about anything related to her when he was too busy worrying. What Arcadia said made sense. She was going to get herself hurt if she continued being so combative.
What more could he do for her, though?
“I legitimately don’t give a fuck about your opinion,” the leader of the Angels said.
She had her feet propped up on the desk portion of her seat in the Council Hall. One leg was crossed over the other and the foot of the one on top was tapping the air in a pattern that may have been related to a song that was stuck in her head (if Myrris had to guess). She was playing with the microphone crystal in her hands and the fact that she was staring intently at it was likely the only thing that had kept her from dropping it so far.
Zephyr marveled at his guest’s ability to sit for long periods of time in the most uncomfortable-looking positions. Regardless of how uncomfortable those chairs were–as an aside, he wasn’t quite sure what her complaints were; he tried the chairs himself after each of her visits and found them comfortable enough–he sincerely doubted that the way she chose to sit made them any less so.
Currently, she had her back resting on the chair’s seat with her head hanging off, one leg slung over the chair’s back, and the other leg hanging over one of its arms. He couldn’t see what she was doing since the desk was in the way, but she’d been working on that crystal version of a Mid-grounds music player when she was still sitting somewhat upright. He assumed that since he couldn’t see her arms, she had them extended over her head.
He couldn’t help but smile. She made for an amusing companion. Continue reading
Ok, real talk/confession time. For my own peace of mind, I’m going to shift the updates to Wednesdays starting this week. This is something that I’ve been thinking about for a while and probably should have committed to sooner. With work and commuting, I’m usually home late on Tuesdays with an early start on Wednesdays. So far, having other responsibilities to take care of before and/or after work on Tuesdays hasn’t been working out too well. I’m hoping this shift will make things a bit less stressful for me.
Sorry for the short notice; keep an eye out for this week’s update on March 4th.
Nico stared out at the other side of the bridge and, beyond that, the river that snaked its way through this part of the Fey capital. This city was a strange place to revisit after being away for a while. It was always so very similar to the city in his memories while also being so very different.
He assumed that some of that must have been because of all the vegetation and wildlife. The greenery was always slightly different. More importantly, since plant growth was often left unchecked, there was a limit to the lifespan of the buildings here. Eventually, the roots would damage the building foundations. Or a wall would be damaged by ivy. Or windows and roofs would be compromised by branches or the weather. They would sometimes be repaired. Sometimes they’d be rebuilt entirely instead (with every attempt made to minimize waste and reuse materials).
“I think this is the first time we’ve had you out that you weren’t constantly glancing back towards the castle,” Cirrus commented, smiling.
Alistair found himself start to look in the direction of the building where he and his sister had been staying for the better part of the last week. He stopped and smiled. “There’s no reason for me to do so at this moment. My sister isn’t there.”