Rhea had just enough time to settle in. The discomfort of the setting, the necessary but unexpected respite from the chill winter rain, began to ease as she found her mind able to focus upon the pages of the worn tome. Records, there were always more records to peruse...
Aya's was not much more heralded. She slipped through the door, slowly pushing it shut behind her to leave just a quiet jingle of entry bells. The canvas of her overcoat was soaked. Something about cold rain was bone-chilling even to this daughter of snow, and she felt a shuddering shiver pass through her.
A maneuver of her hand brought her hood back, long blonde locks falling free. She gave her head a shake, letting her hair fall about in an effortless mussed look. She quietly smacked her lips together, no carmine in the rain, but a gentle layer of clingy gloss to protect her lips. Silk and leather gloves slipped off hands as she hung her dripping coat upon a hook. At last she was ready to step into the cafe; she savored the fragrance of teas exotic and familiar.
She took a pair of confident steps into the room, idly glancing about to spy what table she would take. The fullness of the place struck her as a shock: it was never this busy! It must have been the rain, she thought.
Casting her glance about with wide-eyed blinks of disorientation she tried to spy a welcoming empty seat. She smiled softly as she took in a breath: relief, there was just the spot! A table for two, a quiet-book-reading Miqo'te girl sitting alone. Aya was not about to go back into the cold wet chill without having her tea first.
The sound of approaching high boot heels clicking against the floor was the first threat of breaking Rhea's concentration. But the pleasant-sounding greeting was the death knell of it. "Hiiiii..." came the quiet greeting in a light, Ishgadrian accented voice. "Do you mind if I have a seat?" The smiling blonde it belonged to gestured to the empty chair opposite of Rhea.
Aya's was not much more heralded. She slipped through the door, slowly pushing it shut behind her to leave just a quiet jingle of entry bells. The canvas of her overcoat was soaked. Something about cold rain was bone-chilling even to this daughter of snow, and she felt a shuddering shiver pass through her.
A maneuver of her hand brought her hood back, long blonde locks falling free. She gave her head a shake, letting her hair fall about in an effortless mussed look. She quietly smacked her lips together, no carmine in the rain, but a gentle layer of clingy gloss to protect her lips. Silk and leather gloves slipped off hands as she hung her dripping coat upon a hook. At last she was ready to step into the cafe; she savored the fragrance of teas exotic and familiar.
She took a pair of confident steps into the room, idly glancing about to spy what table she would take. The fullness of the place struck her as a shock: it was never this busy! It must have been the rain, she thought.
Casting her glance about with wide-eyed blinks of disorientation she tried to spy a welcoming empty seat. She smiled softly as she took in a breath: relief, there was just the spot! A table for two, a quiet-book-reading Miqo'te girl sitting alone. Aya was not about to go back into the cold wet chill without having her tea first.
The sound of approaching high boot heels clicking against the floor was the first threat of breaking Rhea's concentration. But the pleasant-sounding greeting was the death knell of it. "Hiiiii..." came the quiet greeting in a light, Ishgadrian accented voice. "Do you mind if I have a seat?" The smiling blonde it belonged to gestured to the empty chair opposite of Rhea.