Dueling Dragon's

[Thalia]

Thalia had sent Rune a message with the time and location of their appointment, and for once she was running early (small miracle). She arrived bundled against the harsh Russian winter in a multitude of artistic layers, from the heavy floral boots on her feet to the patchworked scarf wound tight around her throat. A satchel hung over one hip, and she carried various sketchpads in protective cases under one arm as she backed into the glass door. The cold had blushed rose into her cheeks and settled little ice-crystals amongst the length of hair spilled down her back. A traditional ushanka snug on her head was quickly pulled off once faced with the warmth of inside. She waved gloved fingers at Sergei, and smiled vaguely at the other man working on a woman's shoulder.

She'd never set foot in this shop before, but Sergei had been the one to ink every excruciating shade and line into her back years back, and she trusted his artistry enough to seek out his new place. Now that she had Rune's designs planned out she wanted a tattooist to cast their eye over them before she allowed Rune to take the work. The woman was free to choose whatever artist caught her fancy for the actual tattoo, of course, but Thalia was nothing if not a perfectionist, and if her art was going to be immortalised in someone's flesh then she wanted assurances that it would look right.

"Hey Sergei. I'm early. Fancy that. Rune should be here soon."
She grinned, setting down her sketchbooks carefully before shedding her coat and scarf and gloves onto one of the chairs, about that time setting eyes on the other waiting client. Recognition skittered across the grey of her eyes, curiously trying to place the face. It tugged at her memory, a name on the tip of her tongue. "Hi. I think we've met?"