Sanctity: Evening

[notavegetarian]

The evening air wasn't especially cold--not to someone who could adjust her internal temperature. Yet, Zhaan still felt the breeze as brisk as it was. With the door open, she let the wind dance into the shop, swirling around and freshening everything with its touch

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[banikslaveboy]

Sanctity wasn't on the way, really, but that was no reason to not walk past when going to the clinic. And there was an open sign and an unlocked door, so clearly it was worth it.

"You're here." Grinning, Stark shut the door behind him.

[notavegetarian]

"Stark!" Amused, Zhaan set her book down and moved to take his hands, pulling him into a hug. "And you're here, as well."

[banikslaveboy]

"I am. Here is always a good place to be." Whether he meant the shop or the hug was unclear. Maybe both. "How are you?"

[notavegetarian]

"Quite well. I'm enjoying this weather." She released him and stepped back, mood remeniscent. "It reminds me of the nights in the Twelfth Province on Delvia. Cold and crisp, yet with a gentleness that gathers you up."