The figure of the now recovered Solitaire was seated on a bench in Fiore's capital city of Crocus, his eyes looking up at the clouds above him as day began to slowly turn to night. Cities like this used to be where Marick would make a killing in poker back in the day and the temptation to take that up again was almost too much to pass on, however he remained composed on this occasion for one very simple reason; he was waiting for a certain someone.
Earlier in the day he had sent a letter via owl to a certain woman in Eclipse Soul. A woman he'd worked alongside a group of other magi to bring home and a woman who had captured his attention a long time ago, back when he was still a guildless mercenary with very little direction. A woman who apparently had mutual feelings for him, or so that Wish Demon had announced. Thus the letter was to invite Kyll Vie here to Crocus to talk and, most likely, continue where that night in the Snuggly Duckling had ended. Only this time hopefully she'd stay conscious a little longer...
Earlier in the day he had sent a letter via owl to a certain woman in Eclipse Soul. A woman he'd worked alongside a group of other magi to bring home and a woman who had captured his attention a long time ago, back when he was still a guildless mercenary with very little direction. A woman who apparently had mutual feelings for him, or so that Wish Demon had announced. Thus the letter was to invite Kyll Vie here to Crocus to talk and, most likely, continue where that night in the Snuggly Duckling had ended. Only this time hopefully she'd stay conscious a little longer...