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[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Sometimes his jobs required daring actions, quick thinking, and a cool head. Often, Vincent felt his mercenary work was relatively challenging but a good way to stay active and to make a difference. He truly enjoyed jobs where he felt like he was doing something real. Today was… a little different. Today he had one simple task that he’d taken from a frantic young woman. And he was only making a difference in one small creature’s life: a cat. [break][break] The cat in question had disappeared near the outskirts of Torensten, uncomfortably close to a known pack of wild dogs. The woman had approached him frantically, requesting aid in rescuing the errant feline. Privately, Vincent was skeptical if the creature was still alive, but he had no better job prospects today and she’d offered to pay. So he’d gone off in search of the escapee. Shockingly, he’d managed to find the small white cat quite easily. The dogs kept their distance when he fired a warning shot into the air. They seemed unwilling to tangle with a gun. [break][break] Now, Vincent was walking through the sweltering streets of Torensten clutching the little beast. He liked cats fine. He did not like this particular cat. He cursed himself with every step for wearing a short-sleeved black shirt today. It was good to combat the heat. It was not good to combat needle-like claws embedded in his arm. Or the coating of white fur all down his torso. The cat did not like to be held apparently. [break][break] “You’re the one that ran away,” he sternly told the now yowling cat. “Neither of us likes this.” Vincent was garnering scowls and harsh looks as he trudged back to the square. He must look like some sort of animal abuser. The cat was just being overly dramatic, he knew it wasn’t actually hurting. [break][break] “My precious baby! Oh you found my Snowflake!” Vincent winced at the shrill screech. The cat’s claws sliced his arm again. He noticed that its paws were stained pink with his blood at this point. The young woman who’d lost the cat came flying towards him. He couldn’t even react before she was upon him, pulling the vicious beast from his arms. The cat purred the second it was in its owner’s arms, all soft paws and gentle nudges. Vincent glared at it. “Thank you, thank you! I thought she was gone forever. How can I repay you?!” [break][break] “Just the gil is fine.” He just wanted to leave. [break][break] “Oh, but I really am so thankful. No one else would look for a cat. They all looked at me like I was mad.” She seemed to suddenly notice the scratches on his arms. “I’m so sorry! She was just scared. You’re pretty intimidating, you know?” She paused and seemed to wait for a response. He didn’t give one. “Anyway,” she said, undeterred, “What’s your name?” [break][break] “Vincent.”[break][break] “That’s a great name. It fits you! My name is Renna. Here’s the gil I promised.” She passed a small pouch over and pressed it into his hand. “Could I take you out to dinner too? As thanks?” She was looking at him differently now. Her eyelashes fluttered, her cheeks were tinged with pink. “Ah, no. I need to return to the guild.” They were starting to catch a few onlookers, mostly due to the cat now yowling in the woman’s arms. Vincent tried in vain to take his leave. He stared around the square, looking for a way to escape or for anyone he recognized.
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[attr="class","vvinfo"]Someone intervene and save him =3 / TAGGED
[attr="class","infoNotes"]LOL. Let's see how this goes.
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]The Errant Feline[break]For I am just a cat, dressed up as a hungry snake
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With the sudden disappearance of her baker, Cissnei was forced to close up the cafe for a time. At least, now she had more time to be proactive about getting her investigative jobs done. Her wounds were mostly healed, though they still ached a little. The nasty looking bruises had calmed down. It was time to get back to what she did best. Help people solve their problems.
[break][break] One such job brought her to Torensten. She had hoped to find Emma here to gain her assistance but it seemed she was nowhere to be found. Cissnei imagined she had found some important work elsewhere. The sky was certainly overcast and she had picked up on the rumors of increased dangers near the Pale Coast. Though Cissnei was curious, she had to finish up her investigative jobs first.
[break][break] As she was coming from another false lead, she noticed some long dark hair followed up with a familiar, awkward voice. Cissnei didn’t mean to eavesdrop - yes she did - but it seemed he was unable to talk his way out of love at first sight. Oh dear. Cissnei had just the remedy. Hopefully, this was the same Vincent she thought it was. She straightened her tie and brushed her hair back. She feigned tolerance of the heat while wearing her suit.
[break][break] Then...
[break][break] “Oh! Vincent, there you are! I’ve been waiting.” She hadn’t been.
[break][break] Cissnei walked up to the two. She gave the woman a smile and a nod of acknowledgment. Then, she dug a discrete elbow into his side to try and play along. She turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest. “I thought you were standing me up, so I came looking for you. Ready for dinner?” She threw in the last part just for good measure. Perhaps the girl would give up on trying to interest him then.
[break][break] She looked him over. Cat fur all over his dark clothing. She wanted to destroy the woman that let her cat scratch him all up. Even if she had met Vincent briefly, he was still a Turk. And Cissnei was ferociously protective and nurturing of all the Turks. “Maybe we should get you cleaned up first.” She took him by the elbow to turn him to leave.
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Vincent watched blood ooze from the scratches all up his pale arms. The woman still seemed unwilling to let him leave. He was about to just be horribly rude and run away without another word. It was starting to seem like his only option. But then someone, a completely unexpected someone, came to his rescue. [break][break] A woman marched right up to them and claimed she’d been waiting for him. Vincent stared at her, taking in her perfectly tailored suit and the confident way she carried herself. His mind screamed Turk at the first sight of her. But there was something about that was even more familiar… as if he’d seen her before, long ago. But he couldn’t remember where right at this second. And frankly, he wasn’t sure that he cared. The red-haired woman might be a Turk but she seemed to be familiar with him. And she was rescuing him from the increasingly awkward situation. [break][break] He was surprised and thrown off guard when the Turk woman came right up next to him and nudged him in the side with a sharp elbow. He barely caught himself before voicing his annoyance. Instead, he plastered on what had to be the fakest smile ever and went along with her charade. Vincent was not a good actor, but he was desperate for any excuse to get away. [break][break] “Sorry. I got held up,” he threw a look of loathing at Snowball. “The job I said I was taking took more time and effort than I expected. Let’s go now.” The woman clutching the angry cat looked flabbergasted and annoyed, but she seemed to get the hint. Mercifully, she backed away and took her screaming creature with her. Vincent’s shoulders slumped with relief once he was alone with the Turk woman. “Thanks,” he said sincerely and stared down at her, trying again to place her face with a name.[break][break] She was looking back at him with a mix of anger and concern. He knew he had to look like a mess after the encounter with Snowball, but he was surprised she seemed to care so much about it. “I’ll be fine,” he started to assure her. But then something clicked in his muddled memories. That protective and confident nature, the flame-red hair. “Wait. You were there with Veld in the manor, weren't you?” He’d only met her briefly, but the experience stuck out to him. Mostly because it was during the one break of his decades-long sleep in Shinra Manor.
[attr="class","infoNotes"]Time to get patched up. >;3
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]The Errant Feline[break]For I am just a cat, dressed up as a hungry snake
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The moment he smiled back at her, she found herself slightly shocked. Whoa. She didn’t know he was capable of making such an expression. But she kept her acting poker face through the whole ordeal. She glared back at the woman who scowled at them, before looking up at Vincent. She wondered for a moment if he would even remember her at all. Their meeting was very brief, plus the amnesiac side-effects coming to this world certainly didn’t help. [break][break] “It’s not a problem.” She was already tugging him toward a cafe so they could sit. “I know you’ll be fine, but it doesn’t hurt to be treated. Minerva forbid you get cat scratch fever.” The mother hen in her huffed. He told her to wait. Her ochre gaze met his crimson one. “Ah! You do remember.” She smiled. “Yes. We haven’t officially worked together, but you did with Veld. If he put his trust in you, then I can to.” She seemed to realize she forgot something. "Oh yes. I never said my name. Cissnei."
[break][break] “That was the day I first betrayed Shinra. I was supposed to have shot Veld on sight for defecting. Instead, I agreed to help him find a cure for his daughter.” She looked away at the ground for a moment. How could she pull the trigger on the man who was essentially her adoptive father? The man who taught her everything. A man who defected to save his daughter because there was conflict of interest. He never once divulged Shinra secrets or attacked it. No, there really had not been a true decision to make that day. A Turk would always come before Shinra executive decisions.
[break][break] She looked up at him, “You helped us escape the manor when Avalanche and Shinra were on our tails. I never got to properly thank you.” She tugged him to some outdoor seating at a cafe. She reached into the inner pocket of her suit and pulled out a small first aid kit. She set it down on the table and removed an antiseptic spray. She gestured with her other hand to place his arm in it so she could start patching up his injuries. “I too have an official death certificate with my name on it.” She chuckled slightly, “Funny how we don’t stay that way.” A little dark humor never hurt anyone. “Your arm, please.” She gestured again politely, though the look in her eye suggested she’d sit on his chest if she had to.
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Well, it seemed the flame-haired woman wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Vincent swallowed back a sigh and let himself be pulled towards a nearby cafe. He supposed it couldn’t hurt. He didn’t exactly have any way to properly heal himself and some of the scratches and bites did seem a bit deep. Stupid cat. [break][break] But then he told her to wait while his memories about that day with Veld in Shinra Mansion solidified. They stopped in the street and she seemed pleased that he recognized her. Cissnei. The name didn’t sound familiar to him, but then it wasn’t exactly uncommon for Turks to go by codenames. She probably never gave her real name back then. He nodded. “Veld…” he murmured, memories of his old Turk partner flooding him. He didn’t have many good memories from his time as a Turk, but the missions with Veld were certainly some of the best. The former leader of the Turks had been someone he’d once considered a close friend. [break][break] “And if he put his trust in you, I would do the same,” Vincent said softly and earnestly to Cissnei. He trusted Veld’s opinion of people, even now, decades later. “He is a good man. One of the best to ever have the misfortune of working for Shinra. I often wonder where he is now,” he mused. He’d heard plenty of rumors about the man having escaped execution and fleeing Shinra but he’d never learned anything concrete. Now, he realized, he probably never would. Hopefully, Veld was still alive.[break][break] Vincent was happy to hear that this woman, Cissnei, had betrayed Shinra for Veld and Elfe’s sake. The Turks were a mixed bag. Some were worryingly loyal to Shinra and its executives without thought for morality or human decency. But most were, at heart, good people. Even perpetually-annoying Reno had grown on Vincent during the Geostigma crisis. He wasn’t sure he’d ever truly be friendly with most of the Turks again, but he’d come to respect them again in recent years. [break][break] “No problem. I barely remember it,” he admitted. When Veld awoke him for his help to find the materia hidden inside Shinra Manor, Vincent had still been somewhat disoriented and confused from Chaos’ influence and from his years in a stasis-like slumber. [break][break] Cissnei continued her goal of pulling him to the outdoor seating at the cafe. He let her lead him over and sat beside her, giving her his arm without argument. The glint in her eyes told him any argument would be entirely pointless. She began ministering his wounds with a small first-aid kit. He should probably get himself one of those, he mused. It wasn’t like he was likely to encounter a spare Heal materia here. [break][break] Her joke about the death certificate made him smirk. “I think at least half the Turks had one at one point or another.” He looked over at her quizzically then. “How long have you been here? Have you seen anyone else from our home?” She seemed perfectly at ease here which made him assume she’d been here longer than he had. Vincent had heard rumors of the Turks up in Sonora. Was she part of that group?
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[attr="class","vvinfo"]This is so wholesome =3 / @blacksuit
[attr="class","infoNotes"]She is just so happy to be talking to and taking care of an ex-Turk.
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]The Errant Feline[break]FOR I AM JUST A CAT, DRESSED UP AS A HUNGRY SNAKE
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He didn’t seem to recognize her name. That was okay. She did have many. Shuriken. Cissnei. Hey you! None of them were her real name. The name she received prior to Shinra had become obsolete and only known to a select few. She couldn’t even remember if she had ever given him a name at all in the rush back then. [break][break] “I have no idea where he is now. But, last I remember, he was doing well. He received a call from Reeve about Tseng being gravely injured at the Temple of the Ancients. I’m not one to refuse aid to another Turk and that was the last time I met Veld.” She answered honestly. Not the typical half-truths she fed others. There was an odd chain of command between Veld and Tseng. Tseng kept the Turks at Shinra under his command. Veld actively protected the ones that were in exile, only contacting them to see if they would willingly volunteer aid. No one knew where the others scattered to. “Though we hardly know where we are either, hm?” [break][break] She gave a slight chuckle and repeated humorously, “Misfortune to work for Shinra.” She gave a sad smile. “I was an orphan that grew up on Shinra. It gave me a roof over my head, an education, and a purpose. I always thought that even if I had to do dirty work, it was for the greater good of the people.” Hadn’t they helped her become successful? Did the people not benefit from modernization? They had cleaner water, greater resources, and better medicine. [break][break] “Veld kept much from me for my protection. But I eventually uncovered things for myself.” The executives had lost their minds to corruption and obsession, to the point they no longer trusted the Turks to keep their secrets. It led them down a poor path. “I would only trust two of the executives now, if I ever see them again.” And she was not sure what she would do with one of the two. The other executives - Heidegger, President Shinra, Scarlet, Hojo, Palmer - meant harm to the Turks and she would fight back tooth and nail against them. [break][break] She gave another good humored chuckle. How long had it been since she laughed like this? “I think having a death certificate is a badge of honor at this point.” She accepted his arm and sprayed the antiseptic on his arm. “Hmmm…” She placed the spray down and found an ointment in her pack to soothe the stinging. The ointment was gently spread over his injuries. She wondered how long she had been here. “At least a year now. I’ve stationed myself in Sonora and started my own investigation’s agency. Maybe you can help me with today’s job. Has to be better than finding cats.” A soft segue into her unasked question of what he was doing. She pulled out a small roll of thin bandages. Not the best of quality for the size of this kit, but it would at least cover the injuries and keep them warm. [break][break] “I have met plenty of people from our home.” She began wrapping his arm, “Other Turks such as Reno, Emma, and Freyra. I was actually hoping to find Emma here today.” She was talking idly and comfortably. It felt nice to be able to. “I’ve also seen Angeal and Sephiroth. Though Sepiroth is...” She tried to find the word. “An amnesiac? I don’t know what time he was pulled from, but he doesn’t remember many of the events. I, at least, did not end up skewered when I met him. His conversation confirmed Genesis is also here.” [break][break] She pinned the bandage on his arm, satisfied with her work. “Too tight? May I see the other arm?”
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Cissnei seemed to know little else about Veld’s current whereabouts. She seemed sincere, at least from what he could tell which was a refreshing change from the half-truths Turks often employed. Vincent just snorted in response to her question. No, they certainly didn’t exactly know where they were either. No one seemed to really know why so many people from disparate worlds had ended up here in Zephon. [break][break] He listened intently as she spoke about working for Shinra with a sad smile, about how it had benefited her in some ways. And he supposed she wasn’t wrong, not entirely. It was easy to think of Shinra as a monolith of evil, as wholly against the people of Midgar. But if Vincent was honest with himself, he knew that wasn’t the whole truth. There were a few good people working at the company and there always had been, with lofty and optimistic ideals. [break][break] “I worked with Reeve again recently,” Vincent commented, instantly knowing who one of the trusted executives was. “He’s one of the few I’d trust with my life.” And he had done so, in a few circumstances. The executive in charge of Urban Planning had tirelessly worked to undermine the corruption and greed of the Shinra Corporation. [break][break] Vincent idly watched as Cissnei took his arm and ministered antiseptic spray and ointment to his various cat scratch wounds. They all would have likely healed fine without the attention but he wasn’t about to argue against them healing faster. The stinging and itching from the scratches was already abating with the application of the soothing ointment. [break][break] “Ah. Sonora. That makes sense.” He gave a snort of almost-laughter. “I’m not allowed back in Sonora currently, but if the job is here in Torensten I could help out. Anything beats finding cats.” [break][break] Then Cissnei began to speak about the others from their home she’d seen. Other Turks didn’t surprise him. He didn’t recognize all the names but nodded along. But then she continued speaking and his jaw dropped in shock at her next words. Sephiroth? Sephiroth was here? How? He stared at the Turk woman as she talked about how he was an amnesiac, how he didn’t seem to remember much. He was alive? [break][break] Vincent gave her his other arm when requested without really thinking. His voice was hoarse when he spoke again, “Sephiroth is here? You’re certain it’s him?” Did he truly not remember the horrible events? Could that really be true? Lucrecia’s son… Vincent had always seen Sephiroth as more than the monster some of his friends had seen. In his face he’d always seen Lucrecia. Sephiroth was his greatest sin, but he couldn’t find it within himself to hate him. Not entirely. “Where?”
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]The Errant Feline[break]FOR I AM JUST A CAT, DRESSED UP AS A HUNGRY SNAKE
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She set to work on his other arm. The vile red marks of where the cat clawed into him made her frown. His poor arms. The application of the same techniques were set upon this new arm. If anything, Vincent was a good listener. A decent sign of a good Turk.
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He mentioned recently working with Reeve and her brows lifted in a gentle surprise and interest. “What did you work with Reeve on? Is he here in Zephon?” She still was not sure what time period Vincent was from. It seemed he was more receptive to company now though, instead of rolling over in his slumber. Though, seeing him getting sun in Torensten instead of sleeping in a dark Shinra manor basement was definitely a huge, unexpected change. A good one though. [break][break]
“Ah. Did you make a mess in Sonora?” She smiled as she finished applying the ointments. There was a giggle in her tone. “No worries. The job is here in town. A client is trying to look for his daughter. They know she moved to Torensten but have not heard from her since.” It was more a welfare check from a worried parent. But pay was pay after all. And this client was paying well. Plus she had a couple loose ends she could tie up in Torensten to finish a couple of other jobs. [break][break]
Her eyes lifted as she finished up wrapping his other arm. He seemed stunned at her mention of Sephiroth. Oh dear. It was the appropriate reaction, after everything Sephiroth had done. And yet, she could not bring herself to blame an amnesiac. Plus, how much was Jenova in control of him? It was easy to see someone as a monster, rather than a victim of the science department and alien mind control. And was Sephiroth from before the time he began his assault against the world? She couldn’t say. He was worth keeping an eye on. Best to keep those people close... [break][break]
And she couldn’t help but have a soft spot for ex-Shinra employees.
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She tightened the bandages and tucked them in place so they wouldn’t unravel. “I am certain it was him.” She reached into her breast pocket and pulled out one of the feathers dropped by Sephiroth. “I too made a mess in Sonora with him involved. I witnessed his power against another swordsman there.” Her original plan was to keep them contained in her investigation agency. She hoped Sephiroth would quickly subdue Asael and the authorities would take him in. But that quickly spiraled out of her control, more than she cared to admit. Though Sephiroth was just bait in this case for the man she had really been after, the two fighters (and maybe with a little help from the other Turks) leveled a section of Sonora. Sephiroth had a distinct fighting style with a terrible power to back it. She was certain it was him. “He was interested in learning of his past though not more so than finding his close friends.” She hoped he found Angeal. Angeal seemed to be able to handle Sephiroth and Genesis back then, when they got out of hand.
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She placed the feather back in her pocket, before turning to clean up the mess she made with her first aid kit. She tried to neatly put things back in the little box to sort out later. She mulled over his last question, as she quietly closed the first aid kit. “He did tell me where to find him if I need him.” Her words were slow and a little cautious. She had gained a little trust out of Sephiroth if he would tell her that much. She was hard pressed to lose that trust from a powerful ally. “But, what would you do if I told you?”
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She needed to know. “Perhaps you can tell me over a coffee?” She gestured for them to actually take a seat and order.
[attr="class","vvoverlap"]Too much hope is the opposite of despair.
[attr="class","vvbody"]Cissnei continued working on cleaning and bandaging the cat scratches on his arms. He let her without protest. It was better than having them become infected. She seemed curious when he mentioned Reeve and asked if he was here in Zephon. Vincent shook his head. “Not here, at least not to my knowledge. He worked with me against Deepground.” Surely the Turk knew at least some of the details of the insidious Deepground plot. Though he supposed he wasn’t sure if she had all her memories intact. [break][break] He just shrugged at the inquiry about him making a mess in Sonora. It didn’t seem necessary to relay all the details of that fateful decision to help out the wayward knight Cecil. But it was certainly good news to hear that the job was in town here in Torensten. Unfortunately, it didn’t sound much more exciting than rescuing cats but a job was a job. And Vincent knew better than to turn opportunities down. [break][break] He stared at her as she finished tightening the bandages on his arm. Sephiroth. She’d just dropped the bomb about the ex-SOLDIER being in Zephon, about meeting him even. Cissnei seemed to go quiet for a moment, maybe internally deciding how much she should tell him. But then she confirmed it was truly Sephiroth she saw, ceven producing one of the one-winged angel’s feathers to prove her mouth. Vincent’s mouth went slack as he stared at the dark feather. He tried to focus on the Turk’s words. [break][break] So Sephiroth had caused a mess in Sonora too. Had Vincent walked the same streets as him, maybe even at the same time, but not noticed? Where was he now? He wasn’t entirely sure who his friends were that he was searching for but he didn’t have time to ask before Cissnei dropped another bombshell. [break][break] She knew where to find him. She spoke carefully, clearly trying to determine what Vincent would do with that information. What would he do? Time had passed. Years and years of time. But he was still haunted by the memories. Was there more he could have done to protect Lucrecia and Sephiroth? What would he say to an amnesiac version of the man who’d caused Meteorfall. The man who’d been corrupted by JENOVA and Hojo. The man who was the son of his beloved Lucrecia. [break][break] The man that Vincent wasn’t completely sure couldn’t be his own son. [break][break] He started to open his mouth to try to respond, to give Cissnei some sort of answer but she spoke again before he could. “Sure,” he agreed to coffee in a hoarse voice. Maybe it would help calm his nerves, at least a bit. “I can go grab us drinks. Least I can do after you helped me out,” he gestured to the bandaged arms. “What do you want?” [break][break] After he got them drinks and they settled into a seat, he might be prepared to talk to her. There was something so trustworthy about this woman, so soothing. It made Vincent dare to want to open up to her in a way he rarely had before. And then maybe it was time to confront the sins of his past. Zephon presented a strange, unique opportunity for him to maybe… speak with Sephiroth.
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[attr="class","vvinfo"]Ahhh the drama / @blacksuit
[attr="class","infoNotes"]Coffee date. The cat lady will be so mad.
[attr="class","crashLyrics"]The Errant Feline
[attr="class","crashBody"] She nodded her understanding that Reeve was not here. It was a shame. The man was a literal genius, but his morals kept the other Shinra executives from taking him seriously. A sane man in the den of insanity. Though she was unsure of the Deepground incident other than she knew Deepground existed and its inhabitants kept guarded. “Against Deepground? Did they escape?” She shook her head. “I’ve found we’ve all come from different time periods. I fell into this world during Meteorfall.” Or perhaps her memories were simply blank after. She was unsure, but better to sound confident about her answers. [break][break]
Vincent’s shock was clear as day. She put the feather back in her breast pocket. She studied him for a moment, as he became lost in himself. She had but to glance and she could see the turmoil dancing in his eyes. There was a long, painful story there. [break][break] Just like the day he nearly refused to come out of his coffin. What had kept him brooding there? Why lock himself away? [break][break] She couldn’t help but give him an out to gather his thoughts. And he took it. [break][break] “Oh. That was no problem.” She was surprised he would pick it up for them, since she was the one who offered. She most certainly wouldn’t argue at this novelty. “A vanilla cold brew.” It was too warm here for a hot beverage. “Thank you.” A soft smile touched her lips. It felt nice to be herself for once. Before he could turn to walk away, she stopped him again by the elbow. “I will find us a seat in a quiet spot.” He would find her. [break][break] She turned then to find a spot near the shade, and away from people. The metal chair felt cool when she took her seat. The flowers on the tree had a sweet scent to them. Cissnei did not know if she could help, but she would try.
