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[eyeofthepsychic]

WHO: Ariana and Open!
WHAT: Psychic things! Sort of.
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WHERE: Everywhere.

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[creaoi_ang_cor]

Cris was seated up on the walkway, watching people go by, generally lazing the day away, wishing (not for the first time, not by far) that he had a smoke right about then, when he was suddenly started almost out of his wits.

It was the briefest half-second assumption, the kind that happens when one catches something out of the corner of one's eye -- almost before you're done thinking it, you know it has to be wrong. All the same, you can't help it.

Lidia?!

His head jerked down, eyes focusing toward the wavy red hair, the slender face with full lips that had jumped at him from out of the crowd. She was even the right height. For another half-second, Cris felt his heart start to jump--

But, no. Not Lidia. For one thing, he couldn't imagine Lidia ever looking so lost, even if she had suddenly appeared in Rowan.

For another, this girl's eyes were brown.

He looked up again, and away, hoping she hadn't noticed.

[eyeofthepsychic]

Unfortunately for Cris, Ariana had been following his 'feeling' when she saw him watching her. Normally, she wasn't going to talk to the people, but he'd look up at her first.

His feeling was a little different anyone. A bit more like Reed's than most of the other people's. Maybe he was from the tree too.

Instead of looking at where he was, she just followed the same way had been, only lifting her eyes to him when she reached him. "Hello," she said simply.

[creaoi_ang_cor]

Cris was more than willing to admit when he'd been caught. So he returned the look, with a little sheepish smile, and used the pause to study her a little further.

No. Definitely not Lidia. Wrong look on her face, wrong eye color, not enough freckles, the hair wasn't quite the right shade. Still... if they'd been meeting in Glass Point instead of Jhelbor, Cris would have automatically assumed she was caun. It might be a long shot -- she might not even be a tree baby -- but maybe, just maybe, she was from Willhaven.

He slid under the railing of the walkway, and used air magery to cushion his descent from the walkway to street level, where she stood.

"Afternoon, miss." He defaulted to the etiquette he'd been brought up with and did not extend his hand. You didn't shake a lady's hand unless they offered it to you first. "Sorry, but... you looked a bit lost."

[eyeofthepsychic]

"Ariana." She didn't really like being called miss. It made her feel old. And she was only seventeen. Waving a little bit up at him, Ariana just watched as he made his way down closer to her. "And I'm not lost. I'm just following."

It took her several moments to realize that she might want to clarify that. "Following something. It's like a feeling. I can tell where people are. Yours is a little different, though. Are you from the tree too?"

[2tailedtagalong]

Tails had been devoting the past two days to his little workshop, now that things were a bit more stablle all around for now. It was a nice thing, having something you were familiar with to turn to in times like this. At the moment he was just cleaning up the inside, removing any debris and tossing it out to dispose of later.

One such trip had him outside as a new face was there. Since it was only polite, he called out a greeting to her. "Hello," he said, waving.

[eyeofthepsychic]

Ariana took a minute to register that there was someone speaking to her, and when she finally noticed she blinked as if in a daze. She looked over at Tails and smiled. Awww. He was cute.

"Hello!" she replied, waving back.

[2tailedtagalong]

Tails sat down on the step and waved her over. "Are you new here?" He couldn't recall having seen her before.

[eyeofthepsychic]

She nodded, sitting next to him. "Yes! I just got here about a week ago."