( Look, she plans on sitting for a few hours in the fresh air; it's not terribly complicated to bring some cafe food along and a couple of clear cups to divvy up the iced tea she'd brought, in the end, hoping to convince him to stay a little longer in turn. He just gets a little sun and a tree emoji in response with a heart, and she's easy to spot in a layered white sundress beneath a lush willow type, where the branches droop low enough some of the leaves at the ends brush the creek. She has a blanket set out she's perched on, tall glass bottle filled with ice already perspiring from the cold inside and the warmth of the outdoors, white spots standing starker against her light tan at bare shoulders and across her cheeks.
If it weren't for the glint of sun off his helmet, she may not have even noticed him approaching until he had been within earshot, as quiet as he is. It isn't as though he has feet to cover much ground and crunch the grass beneath his every step, and he hasn't called out her name or any sort of greeting. No, the light catches her face when he tips to consider her from afar and she glances up from the borrowed notes of a friend she'd been reading, a few of them sharing their finds for mythology and history of this place even amongst the fictional novels they've come across.
Just something light to read; she did want to provide her full attention to her planned company. What he doesn't see of her is the interested little wag of a fluffed deer tail at her back, but he will certainly see her perking up with the straightening of her spine and a raised hand to beckon him closer, inviting as her smile spreads. )
Caster; it's lovely to see you in the sun. Did you find the meadow all right?
( Pat pat, come sit and let her get a look at those cute ears!! Her own flick up with her perked mood, doe ears as soft as silk where her own human ears had been before, tending to a relaxed droop most times and showing off more spots along the base. No antlers this time, at least. (Thank goodness.) )
[ Ah, there she is. He gives a small nod to indicate he saw that little wave in his direction, then makes his way over; plenty of other people are out enjoying the good weather, and he skirts smoothly around then, knife-feet leaving tiny little indents in the grass behind him. ]
Good afternoon. It wasn't difficult getting here.
[ He gestures with a hand as he draws closer, and his cloak disappears into thin air with a shimmer of light. One of the perks of being a Servant. His full-body armor and metal parts are still kind of stifling, but at least he looks a little less sweltering without the cloak. ]
I've come here before to clear my head, when my work wasn't going well. So I've some familiarity with the area. [ Avicebron gingerly takes a seat on the blanket beside her, seeming a little smaller without the cloak and its spiked shoulders bulking out his silhouette. ] It's not much, but I've brought you this.
[ He holds out the wine bottle for her to take. It's a red wine, neither terribly fancy nor cheap. Just a good, casual drink. ]
It seemed improper to come completely empty-handed.
[ An ear flicks as he speaks. Of course, he spotted her doe ears, too, but he's still at the stage of mostly denying his own embarrassing animal features, so he's sure not bringing the subject up. ]
( The nod earns him an even warmer smile as she awaits his approach and her eyes widen just slightly as his cloak disappears right then and there, holding a hand up in offering of something to brace himself by as he moves to sit beside her. )
I'm glad, then. Though it's a shame we haven't run into each other much before. ( She gives the little book she'd brought along a brief shake, indicating what she'd said before. That she comes here to read fairly often. And when he indicates he'd brought a gift, she looks surprised— moreso than she'd been at the disappearing cloak. But she takes the bottle from him and has a look at the label and the information put forth, long lashes golden even in the shade as she nods her thanks. ) This sounds delicious, thank you. Will you join me for a drink if I open it?
What sort of work is it you do? If I may ask.
( Her ears perk in pre-interest for the topic, ivory fur on the insides saved from catching her hair with carefully-arranged french braids curving down and around the base. She wants to reach up and straighten some of the long blond strands of his hair from his ears, maybe do the same for him to help keep them free from the tickling sensation of sensitive hairs being disturbed. If it isn't bothering him, though, she's reluctant to touch when he'd seemed so adversed before. )
Mm? [ He tilts his head as he considers the wine bottle. ] I don't mind if you open it now, of course. I generally don't eat around others. Though if you happen to have a straw, I suppose I could join you.
[ No offense meant, of course. It's said perfectly mildly as he glances over the reading materials she's brought, an ear flicking in interest. ]
As for my work, I've been accepted by the Lunar Scientia to serve as a geologist. I've some experience studying minerals and other natural materials, but it wasn't my original field of study, so progress can be slow at times. It helps to isolate myself here, at those times. I look for quiet areas.
[ Which would explain why they've never run into each other before. It also doesn't that he often moves around invisible and intangible, ghost-like, only materializing once he's found an isolated place.
His ear's been flicking as he speaks, canted towards the sound of a rowdy group of teenagers in the distance, and combined with a light breeze, ends up tangling up a long lock of his hair. So yeah, Angela's definitely been handling her animal features more artfully. ]
What of yourself? I assume you work in association with a medical facility here.
Is it the mask...? ( A brief, silly notion crosses her mind— if he isn't necessarily human and he doesn't need to eat, did it not come off at all? But that can't be possible. There is still flesh and bone to him, and he's said before that he can. Maybe it's more of a matter of 'want'. Still, did she have a straw? Wait, yes she does. It's from the drink she'd brought before, but— she pulls it from the near-empty cup of what had been an iced coffee and was now just gently-coffee-tinged meltwater from the ice, giving it a little tap out against the side, and holding it up in silent request. 'Is this all right?', with her cooties and all. She's popping it in one of the cups she'd brought along and pours them both a few fingers, setting it down to breathe. )
That's still quite impressive; you had the... I suppose I'd call it a golem from before, correct? The one from the mountains. I could see it being a good fit for you, even if there are other things to learn in this place we hadn't been aware of where we've come from before we can apply it. I had to do the same with the medical technology here. And I hope it will work out well for you. Have you enjoyed it so far?
( Also, Avi, that's cheating??? What the heck. But her notice of his flicking ear hasn't ceased and she's smiling at it, occasionally catching her eye as she'd spoken, blue gaze drifting from the approximation of where his eyes would be behind his mask to his ear.
Finally, finally, as he asks after her, she's reaching up slowly enough he could shift away from her if he wished— otherwise she's going to sift her nails into his hair at the base of his ear and comb it free of the soft fur, tucking it away. She doesn't miss a beat in her reply. )
You're correct; I actually just rented business space for a clinic and have been working on acquiring the tools and supplies necessary. I have a little workshop in the back for the prosthetics I'm used to working on. You should come by some time to visit; it's right near the beach, and I have a little balcony on the second floor to relax on. Just the sound of the waves and the gulls.
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If it weren't for the glint of sun off his helmet, she may not have even noticed him approaching until he had been within earshot, as quiet as he is. It isn't as though he has feet to cover much ground and crunch the grass beneath his every step, and he hasn't called out her name or any sort of greeting. No, the light catches her face when he tips to consider her from afar and she glances up from the borrowed notes of a friend she'd been reading, a few of them sharing their finds for mythology and history of this place even amongst the fictional novels they've come across.
Just something light to read; she did want to provide her full attention to her planned company. What he doesn't see of her is the interested little wag of a fluffed deer tail at her back, but he will certainly see her perking up with the straightening of her spine and a raised hand to beckon him closer, inviting as her smile spreads. )
Caster; it's lovely to see you in the sun. Did you find the meadow all right?
( Pat pat, come sit and let her get a look at those cute ears!! Her own flick up with her perked mood, doe ears as soft as silk where her own human ears had been before, tending to a relaxed droop most times and showing off more spots along the base. No antlers this time, at least. (Thank goodness.) )
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Good afternoon. It wasn't difficult getting here.
[ He gestures with a hand as he draws closer, and his cloak disappears into thin air with a shimmer of light. One of the perks of being a Servant. His full-body armor and metal parts are still kind of stifling, but at least he looks a little less sweltering without the cloak. ]
I've come here before to clear my head, when my work wasn't going well. So I've some familiarity with the area. [ Avicebron gingerly takes a seat on the blanket beside her, seeming a little smaller without the cloak and its spiked shoulders bulking out his silhouette. ] It's not much, but I've brought you this.
[ He holds out the wine bottle for her to take. It's a red wine, neither terribly fancy nor cheap. Just a good, casual drink. ]
It seemed improper to come completely empty-handed.
[ An ear flicks as he speaks. Of course, he spotted her doe ears, too, but he's still at the stage of mostly denying his own embarrassing animal features, so he's sure not bringing the subject up. ]
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I'm glad, then. Though it's a shame we haven't run into each other much before. ( She gives the little book she'd brought along a brief shake, indicating what she'd said before. That she comes here to read fairly often. And when he indicates he'd brought a gift, she looks surprised— moreso than she'd been at the disappearing cloak. But she takes the bottle from him and has a look at the label and the information put forth, long lashes golden even in the shade as she nods her thanks. ) This sounds delicious, thank you. Will you join me for a drink if I open it?
What sort of work is it you do? If I may ask.
( Her ears perk in pre-interest for the topic, ivory fur on the insides saved from catching her hair with carefully-arranged french braids curving down and around the base. She wants to reach up and straighten some of the long blond strands of his hair from his ears, maybe do the same for him to help keep them free from the tickling sensation of sensitive hairs being disturbed. If it isn't bothering him, though, she's reluctant to touch when he'd seemed so adversed before. )
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[ No offense meant, of course. It's said perfectly mildly as he glances over the reading materials she's brought, an ear flicking in interest. ]
As for my work, I've been accepted by the Lunar Scientia to serve as a geologist. I've some experience studying minerals and other natural materials, but it wasn't my original field of study, so progress can be slow at times. It helps to isolate myself here, at those times. I look for quiet areas.
[ Which would explain why they've never run into each other before. It also doesn't that he often moves around invisible and intangible, ghost-like, only materializing once he's found an isolated place.
His ear's been flicking as he speaks, canted towards the sound of a rowdy group of teenagers in the distance, and combined with a light breeze, ends up tangling up a long lock of his hair. So yeah, Angela's definitely been handling her animal features more artfully. ]
What of yourself? I assume you work in association with a medical facility here.
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That's still quite impressive; you had the... I suppose I'd call it a golem from before, correct? The one from the mountains. I could see it being a good fit for you, even if there are other things to learn in this place we hadn't been aware of where we've come from before we can apply it. I had to do the same with the medical technology here. And I hope it will work out well for you. Have you enjoyed it so far?
( Also, Avi, that's cheating??? What the heck. But her notice of his flicking ear hasn't ceased and she's smiling at it, occasionally catching her eye as she'd spoken, blue gaze drifting from the approximation of where his eyes would be behind his mask to his ear.
Finally, finally, as he asks after her, she's reaching up slowly enough he could shift away from her if he wished— otherwise she's going to sift her nails into his hair at the base of his ear and comb it free of the soft fur, tucking it away. She doesn't miss a beat in her reply. )
You're correct; I actually just rented business space for a clinic and have been working on acquiring the tools and supplies necessary. I have a little workshop in the back for the prosthetics I'm used to working on. You should come by some time to visit; it's right near the beach, and I have a little balcony on the second floor to relax on. Just the sound of the waves and the gulls.