Cerise slipped into the inn via the back alley door. The heat bothered her enough to leave her leather behind. Still she opted for a tank top and jeans and a pair of sneakers. She was playing hooky today.
There was no second glance to the retreating frame of the woman nor acknowledgment or appreciation for her conversation. The line of Ilsandrrin's gaze remained on the mirror lining the back bar and his fingers still toyed with the cool moisture beading on the outside of the soda bottle. Solitude was quite easy for him to accept.
Cerise was half-paying attention as she slipped behind the bar to locate a drink in the cold storage - What to do, what to get. She located a bottle of Zeppa in the cold storage with a bit of a grin. She turned a moment to drop a few coins in the till.
The interruption to Ilsandrrin's direct line of sight was a brief respite from the trance his mind had slipped into. The woman looked oddly familiar. In fact, he definitely had seen her on a few occasions both around the grounds of the House and the bar itself. In an odd twist of politeness the pompous ass offered a greeting. "Good afternoon." Surely it was enough to warm the cockles of anyone's heart.
She looked over and smiled having seen him around the House. It was genuine and reserved for family it seemed, "Afternoon."
All the charms he practiced so earnestly in youth seemed to have slipped away after years of non-usage. The straight backed True attempted to shift in his 'relaxed' position and at least try coming off as being friendly or at least not being confrontational. "How is your day." It sounded far more like a command than a query.
Cerise had a hint of warmth to her eyes and voice, "Well enough to play hooky a bit, and yours?" She had a bit more practice it would seem. She was trying to at least put him a little at ease.
"Well, thank you." The empty bottle was finally set aside and his arms crossed over the smoothed counter top. "The summer months have been a pleasant reminder of home. Although....some of the smells coming from the city during the last month have been very unpleasant." In truth, Ilsandrrin could be a perfect gentleman and entertainer if he so wished. However, some recent nostalgia had left him wallowing in a pit of self-pity and loathing. Rather than try to face the world he was allowing himself this sidestep into discontentment. Men could be rather fickle when it suited them.
There was a nod to that, "Yes, Home. Still feels....unsettling to be in these lands. As for the smells, there are areas of the city to best avoid." She who, admittedly, lost herself to duties more than not.
"So I have learned in my time here." The very notion of an eternity in this city was very unsettling to him. "I do not recall if I have asked you before, that is— did your family move here with you or did you leave without them?"
There was a bit of sadness in her eyes, "I came with my sister alone."
As apathetic as he often was to the world around him, the sadness was not missed. Ilsandrrin was sometimes observant to a fault, but that did not aid in lending him emotion to share with others.:: "Your sister. Older or younger?"
"Younger, One of our healers." She noted softly and came around the bar to the patron side lest she be confused with one of the employees here.
"One of the healers?" Was there an echo in here" For a moment the aquatic depths of his eyes followed the dark haired True in her movement, but were distracted by the woman attempting to make coffee. The line of his gaze soon met up with the woman once more still mid-stride. "Admittedly, I have not been very studious with learning the connections between fellow house members. What is your sister's name?" He knew the girl's name with whom he spoke, but he was not sure which other she was related to.
She settled onto a stool next to the True she was speaking with and murmured softly, "Crystal."
There was no second glance to the retreating frame of the woman nor acknowledgment or appreciation for her conversation. The line of Ilsandrrin's gaze remained on the mirror lining the back bar and his fingers still toyed with the cool moisture beading on the outside of the soda bottle. Solitude was quite easy for him to accept.
Cerise was half-paying attention as she slipped behind the bar to locate a drink in the cold storage - What to do, what to get. She located a bottle of Zeppa in the cold storage with a bit of a grin. She turned a moment to drop a few coins in the till.
The interruption to Ilsandrrin's direct line of sight was a brief respite from the trance his mind had slipped into. The woman looked oddly familiar. In fact, he definitely had seen her on a few occasions both around the grounds of the House and the bar itself. In an odd twist of politeness the pompous ass offered a greeting. "Good afternoon." Surely it was enough to warm the cockles of anyone's heart.
She looked over and smiled having seen him around the House. It was genuine and reserved for family it seemed, "Afternoon."
All the charms he practiced so earnestly in youth seemed to have slipped away after years of non-usage. The straight backed True attempted to shift in his 'relaxed' position and at least try coming off as being friendly or at least not being confrontational. "How is your day." It sounded far more like a command than a query.
Cerise had a hint of warmth to her eyes and voice, "Well enough to play hooky a bit, and yours?" She had a bit more practice it would seem. She was trying to at least put him a little at ease.
"Well, thank you." The empty bottle was finally set aside and his arms crossed over the smoothed counter top. "The summer months have been a pleasant reminder of home. Although....some of the smells coming from the city during the last month have been very unpleasant." In truth, Ilsandrrin could be a perfect gentleman and entertainer if he so wished. However, some recent nostalgia had left him wallowing in a pit of self-pity and loathing. Rather than try to face the world he was allowing himself this sidestep into discontentment. Men could be rather fickle when it suited them.
There was a nod to that, "Yes, Home. Still feels....unsettling to be in these lands. As for the smells, there are areas of the city to best avoid." She who, admittedly, lost herself to duties more than not.
"So I have learned in my time here." The very notion of an eternity in this city was very unsettling to him. "I do not recall if I have asked you before, that is— did your family move here with you or did you leave without them?"
There was a bit of sadness in her eyes, "I came with my sister alone."
As apathetic as he often was to the world around him, the sadness was not missed. Ilsandrrin was sometimes observant to a fault, but that did not aid in lending him emotion to share with others.:: "Your sister. Older or younger?"
"Younger, One of our healers." She noted softly and came around the bar to the patron side lest she be confused with one of the employees here.
"One of the healers?" Was there an echo in here" For a moment the aquatic depths of his eyes followed the dark haired True in her movement, but were distracted by the woman attempting to make coffee. The line of his gaze soon met up with the woman once more still mid-stride. "Admittedly, I have not been very studious with learning the connections between fellow house members. What is your sister's name?" He knew the girl's name with whom he spoke, but he was not sure which other she was related to.
She settled onto a stool next to the True she was speaking with and murmured softly, "Crystal."