Dueling Dragon's

[Thalia]

[[Hmm. In an effort to make the flow make more sense (I think Lucas and I slightly cross posted) I've edited and moved my post ]]

"Aria!"
The name blossomed the memory, filling in blurs like the details in a painting. She shook the other woman's hand warmly, still untangling herself from the satchel, which she dumped at the base of the chair she was about to sit in before Sergei came over and pulled her into a hug. His kissed her cheek, and she slipped into the familiarity of the flirtatious banter effortlessly, laughing at his quip. "Well, it is Moscow. In the middle of winter,"
she said dryly, knowing full well he was Russian-born. "Basically the same thing."



She grinned as he walked off with her coat and scarf, both items of which she realised she'd been content to leave spilling messily over the chair, like she was nestled in her own front room rather than a shop floor. Her mother would be horrified. She sat, turning back to Aria "I remember. Artskaf in Arbatskaya. I'm Thalia."
Her hair was damp, laying heavy against her back, so she scooped it over one shoulder and idly twisted out the moisture as she chatted. The tiny droplets of ice numbed her fingers.

"Yeah, Rune should be here soon. You remember she wanted me to draw up a design for her? That's why we're here. But it's nice to see you again! I'm a great believer in fate."
Her lips upturned in an impish smile, shrugging off the coincidence with a laugh. "How are you finding Moscow? Have you seen the snowmen in old Arbatskaya yet?"