Kit's tolerance for weird magical shit has increased exponentially during his time in Aifaran, but the Dreaming's latest stunt is definitely testing his limits.
He's standing outside the impromptu haunted house that some earnest entrepreneurs have set up to take advantage of the spooky atmosphere that has descended upon the city, but quite frankly there's not enough rhinn in the world to make him set foot in that place at the moment. His reluctance is clearly not shared by everyone. On her way out of the house, an enthusiastic little Bresilykian girl exclaims to him--or to anyone within earshot, really--"you should go in, they've got a real replica of the Night Fisher in there!"
"I'll pass, thanks," Kit says flatly around his cigarette, glances away from the shopfront towards the streets--and goes quite still.
Vandelin. Vandelin, near exactly as Kit remembers him, making his way through Aifaran's crowded streets, unmistakeable with that pinch to his brow and set of his jaw. He is not figment of Kit's imagination; he's as real as the shadowy tagalong hounding his steps. And very soon, he will be lost in the crowd.
Unthinkingly, Kit pushes his way past a gaggle of Erol'an kids waiting their turn to snoop through the haunted house. They dither and ogle him, but he ignores them, instead calling out, "Vandelin..!" before his former lover can round that street corner and be lost from view.
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He's standing outside the impromptu haunted house that some earnest entrepreneurs have set up to take advantage of the spooky atmosphere that has descended upon the city, but quite frankly there's not enough rhinn in the world to make him set foot in that place at the moment. His reluctance is clearly not shared by everyone. On her way out of the house, an enthusiastic little Bresilykian girl exclaims to him--or to anyone within earshot, really--"you should go in, they've got a real replica of the Night Fisher in there!"
"I'll pass, thanks," Kit says flatly around his cigarette, glances away from the shopfront towards the streets--and goes quite still.
Vandelin. Vandelin, near exactly as Kit remembers him, making his way through Aifaran's crowded streets, unmistakeable with that pinch to his brow and set of his jaw. He is not figment of Kit's imagination; he's as real as the shadowy tagalong hounding his steps. And very soon, he will be lost in the crowd.
Unthinkingly, Kit pushes his way past a gaggle of Erol'an kids waiting their turn to snoop through the haunted house. They dither and ogle him, but he ignores them, instead calling out, "Vandelin..!" before his former lover can round that street corner and be lost from view.