07-23-2026, 12:23 PM
Movement attracted Rachel’s attention as the artist settled down next to her. Some guilt came up at that. Rachel hadn’t wanted to distract her from her drawing. Of course she hadn’t intended to start crying either. She just liked this place and thought it would be a good place to reflect on her attempt at getting a degree and look ahead to her new projects.
There was some nerves along with that too. The last time she had been upset and had been approached by a stranger, it had been Lucio and that had been a disaster. This woman, however wasn’t like Lucio at all. Her mannerisms were different. Her words were more calming and welcoming. Lucio hadn’t done the same, but still this felt different.
Rachel gave a the woman a smile. ”I’m fine…or I will be.” Rachel turned her gaze back to the University grounds as she considered how much to say. The whole situation was hard to explain. Magic was becoming more well known, but not everyone knew about people who could manipulate emotions with a touch. She also didn’t want to completely unload on this stranger. She went with an explanation the woman should be able to understand. ”I recently broke an addiction, and going through a lot of changes. This happens from time to time. It will pass.” As odd as it sounded, it was true. Lucio hadn’t wanted made her completely reliant on him to the point where even after Iason’s healing, her own body had trouble regulating emotions. It was getting better though.
Rachel turned her gaze back to the woman. Her age was around the same as her own. The red hair fit the Irish brogue of her voice, a contrast to her own Chicago accent. ”Im Rachel,” she said with a smile. ”What were you drawing.”
There was some nerves along with that too. The last time she had been upset and had been approached by a stranger, it had been Lucio and that had been a disaster. This woman, however wasn’t like Lucio at all. Her mannerisms were different. Her words were more calming and welcoming. Lucio hadn’t done the same, but still this felt different.
Rachel gave a the woman a smile. ”I’m fine…or I will be.” Rachel turned her gaze back to the University grounds as she considered how much to say. The whole situation was hard to explain. Magic was becoming more well known, but not everyone knew about people who could manipulate emotions with a touch. She also didn’t want to completely unload on this stranger. She went with an explanation the woman should be able to understand. ”I recently broke an addiction, and going through a lot of changes. This happens from time to time. It will pass.” As odd as it sounded, it was true. Lucio hadn’t wanted made her completely reliant on him to the point where even after Iason’s healing, her own body had trouble regulating emotions. It was getting better though.
Rachel turned her gaze back to the woman. Her age was around the same as her own. The red hair fit the Irish brogue of her voice, a contrast to her own Chicago accent. ”Im Rachel,” she said with a smile. ”What were you drawing.”