Roger heard a knock at his door and jumped out of bed, grabbing as many of his things as he could, frantically dressing. Somehow, during the night, his mattress had shifted completely and all of his blankets were strewn about on the floor. Must have been some nightma...
Suddenly Roger had a flash of memories of the night before: faces too familiar, scenes of devistation, and blinding anger and fear. He shuddered at the thought and logged the memories for later. He had more important things to think about. "Give me a second." He called to the door. He quickly grabbed some things to wear and opened the door.
No one around.
He thought through his morning quickly. There was a knock at the door that woke him up and... and... The dream? Maybe... He opened his window to see how high the sun was. It was still morning and he had time, although Tilia never specified a time. So he tore off the clothing he had haphazardly selected and washed himself in his room's bathroom. After cleaning up he searched through his clothing for something decent to wear.
Several minutes later he found an outfit worthy of today's outing. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with a black vest. His pants and shoes were black and he had a regal-purple and black cloak over his back. His satchel was tied around his shoulder and waist, hanging at his side.
He heard a knock again. This one was of a higher pitch, definitely his door.
Tilia heard Roger's voice indicate that she could come in. She opened the door gently, carefully taking her time to walk inside the room.
She was wearing a full length evening gown that was made of jet black silk with what appeared to be a silver necklace of some sort hanging around her neck. She was in one hand carrying the Mirror, and hanging around her other shoulder was her purse/satchel. Her hair was hanging losely at her face, which itself did not appear to have any make up on it, yet was probably all the more beautiful because of it.
Tilia smiled at Roger when she saw what he was wearing and said "Don't you look dashing."
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"You look stunning," He replied, his voice in awe. What he said was quite true, because Roger paused for a moment before moving. "Shall we head out? I know a few places in the city that aught to be good for dinner, and there is the matter of shopping beforehand. But, I'm in no rush."
Roger offers his arm to her and the two of them begin their walk, together, out of House Shimia. "Where shall we go first? I was thinking it would be fun to visit an oddity shop. I know of one that just opened in Estark. It might also be a good idea to head to the alchemist, for I am out of supplies, and maybe somewhere to get some decent clothing. I'm not going to lie when I say these are the only nice things I have to wear."
Tilia thinks for a moment and says "Oddity shop? Do you by chance mean the Reesera Clique's Shop?" she wrinkles up her nose as she says this statement remembering what she went through the last time she visited that particular shop.
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"Yes, that sounds like the name. Why have you been there before?" The two of them had finally walked out of Shima into the streets. They could see Lat-Nam's gaping hole being worked on, as well as many remnants from the Festival. The snow was also still hanging around, but it was warm enough now that it would be gone in a matter of days.
"I've heard that they have a wide assortment of random things. But if you don't want to go there, that is fine with me. Where would you like to go?"
"Hmmm, well its just that, I had a not-so-pleasant experience the last time I was at that shop." Tilia explains, she thinks for a few minutes as they continued walking and then she says "You know, I think breakfast might be a nice start to the day." she continues walking for just a few more moments, then completely stops dead in her tracks and says "Oh, I am sorry, I don't mean that type of breakfast."
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Roger genuinely laughed, "I think that type of breakfast would be quite a bad way to start the day. I do agree with you though. Now I wonder..." The two of them continued down the street a little ways, there were many shops and inns setting up for a day's work as they past. Eventually, a block or so down the way, they came across the smell of batter being fried and livestock. "I believe we've found our place."
The restaurant was not very large, a house/inn combination with rooms on the upper floors called "Cow and Moon." There was a sign outside that advertised meals and rooms and their various prices. Roger opened the door to let Tilia inside. "After you."
Roger sat down opposite Tilia, smiling at her. After a moment he turned to the waitress. "Could you please start me off with something to wake me up?" He turned to Tilia then, to see what she would order.
"That is good to hear. I'm still healing myself." Roger tugged on his scarf to emphasize. "Now Tilia, I suppose this is going to sound a bit random, but I've never gotten to know you. What are you're goals in life? I mean, what is it that you do? Aside from Shimia buisness."
"You don't want to divulge? I'm only curious because I've never really had a goal. My family... Well, lets just say there's a reason I'm in Estark and they are not." It was clear Roger was uncomfortable with the subject of family. She could probably get him to talk about it more if she pried though.
"Well, its just that talking about my family in public is probably not a good idea. One never knows who is listening." Tilia explains, as she watches Roger for a moment and then says "It must be hard on you."
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Suddenly Roger had a flash of memories of the night before: faces too familiar, scenes of devistation, and blinding anger and fear. He shuddered at the thought and logged the memories for later. He had more important things to think about. "Give me a second." He called to the door. He quickly grabbed some things to wear and opened the door.
No one around.
He thought through his morning quickly. There was a knock at the door that woke him up and... and... The dream? Maybe... He opened his window to see how high the sun was. It was still morning and he had time, although Tilia never specified a time. So he tore off the clothing he had haphazardly selected and washed himself in his room's bathroom. After cleaning up he searched through his clothing for something decent to wear.
Several minutes later he found an outfit worthy of today's outing. He was wearing a white button-up shirt with a black vest. His pants and shoes were black and he had a regal-purple and black cloak over his back. His satchel was tied around his shoulder and waist, hanging at his side.
He heard a knock again. This one was of a higher pitch, definitely his door.
"Come in." He called.
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She was wearing a full length evening gown that was made of jet black silk with what appeared to be a silver necklace of some sort hanging around her neck. She was in one hand carrying the Mirror, and hanging around her other shoulder was her purse/satchel. Her hair was hanging losely at her face, which itself did not appear to have any make up on it, yet was probably all the more beautiful because of it.
Tilia smiled at Roger when she saw what he was wearing and said "Don't you look dashing."
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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"I've heard that they have a wide assortment of random things. But if you don't want to go there, that is fine with me. Where would you like to go?"
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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The restaurant was not very large, a house/inn combination with rooms on the upper floors called "Cow and Moon." There was a sign outside that advertised meals and rooms and their various prices. Roger opened the door to let Tilia inside. "After you."
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread