09-15-2014, 01:15 PM
She shed her coat, but left the scarf loose round her neck. A red sweater peeked underneath, adorned with gold-thread embroidery around the neck. Asha wrapped her hands around the heat of the cup, luxuriating in the simplicity. She loved the smell of fresh brewed, and this whole place smelled like that. It was also nice to be off her feet for a second, and Emily made for pleasant company. She seemed genuinely happy, and that helped soothe the after-taste of grief. Asha could still feel it in her, but only really if she looked.
Travelling with her uncle, she'd never had problems talking to strangers, so long as she wasn't overwhelmed by other factors. Places like this were okay, buzzing a humdrum of distractions but not drowning her under them. She'd only ever met a handful of Americans, mostly tourists, so at the very heart of the CCD it didn't surprise her to find Emily was also in an unfamiliar land. "Oh, I've never been here before either. First proper day, actually, and I've mostly spent it getting my bearings. You've got to see the Kremlin, though, right? And I really want to see St Basil's Cathedral."
She'd done her research, of course; she loved the travel, loved working out the best places to go. This time of year especially crowds were an issue, a mix of high-spirits and frustration, but there were plenty of more low-key, local places to explore too. Rumours had drawn her here, curiosity, a search for answers with questions unknown. She took a sip of coffee, felt an echo of contentment. "How long are you here for?"
Travelling with her uncle, she'd never had problems talking to strangers, so long as she wasn't overwhelmed by other factors. Places like this were okay, buzzing a humdrum of distractions but not drowning her under them. She'd only ever met a handful of Americans, mostly tourists, so at the very heart of the CCD it didn't surprise her to find Emily was also in an unfamiliar land. "Oh, I've never been here before either. First proper day, actually, and I've mostly spent it getting my bearings. You've got to see the Kremlin, though, right? And I really want to see St Basil's Cathedral."
She'd done her research, of course; she loved the travel, loved working out the best places to go. This time of year especially crowds were an issue, a mix of high-spirits and frustration, but there were plenty of more low-key, local places to explore too. Rumours had drawn her here, curiosity, a search for answers with questions unknown. She took a sip of coffee, felt an echo of contentment. "How long are you here for?"