She had the old, battered guitar halfway in its case when she noticed she was being watched by an angel. The evening had been dimmed somewhat, and rain fell lightly on the grey streets and houses. It was the 17th day of rain, and she hoped the mages who thought it was so fun to control the weather got tired of the gloomy wetness soon. Not that they got rained on of course. She had finally gotten so tired of the wet that he decided to go inside. She began to put Squire away (for every knight needs a squire, she had once jokingly told her friends) carefully, for nowadays it is nearly impossible to find those capable of repairing such an ancient instrument, and it was old before she was even born. She held his sturdy umbrella over the case as she began to wipe the instrument down, when she happened to glance up and notice her watching. Her face and hair had been sculpted and tinted according to the latest fashion, artfully long pale green bangs and slightly spiky hair, slender, with an almost feline look to the face and ears, and definitely feline eyes, a pale gold in color.
For a moment she was taken back to another place, when such a woman would be considered odd, but those days where long gone. She frowned slightly. She had a feeling she was younger then she looked, it was hard to tell nowadays, with the body sculpting and rejuvenation magic available to any with the cash or power to make such things happen, but something in her stance and the way she watched Nova said this one had not lost her soul yet, at least, not completely. Then she noticed that the rain was bending away from her, as though loath to get her wet. This in and of itself was not odd, there were hundreds of easily concealable devices which could do that as well as a hundred other things.
She blinked the moisture from his eyes and sighed. Yes, there were multiple easily concealed devices that one could use to keep the rain off of one's self. She was forced to use a more primitive method in the form of her battered trench coat. She pushed the lid of the guitar case with her foot to shut it and then bent down to close the clasps. Finally, as she stood, she picked it up with her still violently trembling hand and started his way down the street. Even with shaky hands and in the rain, the long practice of a heavy smoker enabled her to light a cigarette, sending short trails of smoke into the air that were instantly torn apart by the falling rain. Somewhere on the way back to the guild, she completely forgot about the angel.
The guild hall was quiet as she made her way in through the expansive foyer. She settled into a high back chair next to the fire place, her eyes closing slightly as she sunk into plush fabric. The massive room was silent and still in the gloom and rain and she soon started to drift off to sleep.
For a moment she was taken back to another place, when such a woman would be considered odd, but those days where long gone. She frowned slightly. She had a feeling she was younger then she looked, it was hard to tell nowadays, with the body sculpting and rejuvenation magic available to any with the cash or power to make such things happen, but something in her stance and the way she watched Nova said this one had not lost her soul yet, at least, not completely. Then she noticed that the rain was bending away from her, as though loath to get her wet. This in and of itself was not odd, there were hundreds of easily concealable devices which could do that as well as a hundred other things.
She blinked the moisture from his eyes and sighed. Yes, there were multiple easily concealed devices that one could use to keep the rain off of one's self. She was forced to use a more primitive method in the form of her battered trench coat. She pushed the lid of the guitar case with her foot to shut it and then bent down to close the clasps. Finally, as she stood, she picked it up with her still violently trembling hand and started his way down the street. Even with shaky hands and in the rain, the long practice of a heavy smoker enabled her to light a cigarette, sending short trails of smoke into the air that were instantly torn apart by the falling rain. Somewhere on the way back to the guild, she completely forgot about the angel.
The guild hall was quiet as she made her way in through the expansive foyer. She settled into a high back chair next to the fire place, her eyes closing slightly as she sunk into plush fabric. The massive room was silent and still in the gloom and rain and she soon started to drift off to sleep.
