10-12-2018, 09:31 PM
Nox hadn't meant to imply that she was drunk. Or him either, he wasn't even close. "I didn't mean for you."
He followed her to a blond man with a scar across his neck looking at a sketchbook that looked oddly familiar - similar to the drawing he'd just seen. An artist - a prophet? Nox didn't believe in fate or destiny, but the Atharim believed in the circle of time, of rebirth. So why not prophecy. She grabbed her things, and then she started looking for her shoes. How did you lose your shoes?
Her final question as she found them Nox nodded. "And a few more questions." He grinned. He headed around the corner and was well away from the club before he said anything else. "That is an ijiraq. An assassin of old. She is a queen, the queen I don't know. I can tell you what little I know, but I have questions for you too."
Nox found a coffee shop that was quiet. He ordered a large black coffee and took a seat in the back away from any prying ears. "When did you draw it?"
He followed her to a blond man with a scar across his neck looking at a sketchbook that looked oddly familiar - similar to the drawing he'd just seen. An artist - a prophet? Nox didn't believe in fate or destiny, but the Atharim believed in the circle of time, of rebirth. So why not prophecy. She grabbed her things, and then she started looking for her shoes. How did you lose your shoes?
Her final question as she found them Nox nodded. "And a few more questions." He grinned. He headed around the corner and was well away from the club before he said anything else. "That is an ijiraq. An assassin of old. She is a queen, the queen I don't know. I can tell you what little I know, but I have questions for you too."
Nox found a coffee shop that was quiet. He ordered a large black coffee and took a seat in the back away from any prying ears. "When did you draw it?"