[Take me out to the Ball game]
Back alleys and strangers on the street, life in New York City took so much heat. Or something. The lyrics never sat well with Rhovas, as he was more a fan to modern rave music than he was to folk music from Wisconsin. The man sat on the brick fencing to the duplexes on Keplar Avenue wearing no more than the usual billowing silk pants of black.
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"I've never been to the New World. It's...it smells different than I thought it would."
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The man pauses, eyes blurring for a moment before the gentle trickle of light reflected over what might have been scales on his neck. A sort of greeting to the woman who held herself in shadows and hidey-holes.
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There are still so many people here. It's all so loud and so bright. "Do you have the time? I don't want to break cover - yours or mine."
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"It's perfectly fine, Lovely Lan. I have a nook not far from here. Plenty to shade you, my dear."
And the eyes break the scene, seeming to snatch some of the life from those around him and taking it with him. That ability to steal a scene wordlessly. Rhovas smiles, stopping next to her to offer an arm.
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"I've brought something to eat, if you're hungry. Apricots and honey. I love that about the Nexus, everything is always in season."
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Rhovas smiles, looking at Lan as they walk. He weaves around a few other that roam the sidewalk, eyes still on her the entire time. "New York is not like the East, but I do enjoy the crowds. I am a bit of a social bug."
Eyes blink idly at her offer, lips spreading a bit wider. "I appreciate the offer, Lan. I just ate a while ago, though. Perhaps, I may snag an apricot for later?"
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"Of course. But, well, with spring and all, I have to keep eating. Lots and lots." She shrugs and the cockatoo-like crest of feathers along the back of her head rises and falls. Spring, what can you do? ...well, other than sprout feathers.
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Observing through peripheral vision spots the feathers, mind making a simple note in curiosity.
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Feathers. They usually lie flat, but for various reasons will stand up into a comb-fauxhawk-thing.
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He smiles, slowing as they reach a decline in the sidewalk, a set of stairs leading seven feet into the asphalt to a single steel door. Rhovas still guides her, lowering down the stairs to place free hand to the cool steel of the blue painted surface.
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Lan is light on her feet and carefully follows him down the steps. "Are there wizards here too?
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No key needed to enter, just the push of the very heavy door. The hinges shriek for the first moment, silencing as the light from the lamps outside give life to...
A room that couldn't possibly fit under such a crummy looking building. The ceiling to the gold trimmed room sweeps down, sashes of satin draped from the sheets of metal. The room is bordered by the usual four walls, one having a huge elaborate set of thick oak double doors with cast iron handles.
The middle of the plush rug carpeted room bares the cascading four corner post bed far too large to fit a normal mattress. Bowls of fruit and wine line the foot of the bed on a table of blown glass.
"Please, come in and make yourself comfortable."
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Lan slips off her shoes - they're more like slippers - and walks out onto the carpet. Another delighted giggle and she's exploring the room. Looking at everything, touching everything.
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His lips part gently, a flush of blood to his cheeks as he exhales. A gentle breeze, the scents of autumn and the flowers that grow to meet the hunter's moon. It all fills the room, engulfing the woman.
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"Will you show me? How you found this? How it works? I want to learn, so very much." Lan turns and smiles - she's just so happy with this place and with finding someone like her. "May I sit? We should talk. We should. It's still early in the spring, so I need to eat as well." She's brought her own food, it would be rude to have come empty handed.
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"You can stay here, too, if you would like. I would not mind your company."
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