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Whine & Dine
- 11th October, The Wonky Donkey, Noon -
If there was a sun to shine, it would sure be shining brightly down on the streets below. But it wasn't. It was beaten day in and day out by the Maelstrom above, the only sign that the sun hadn't died was the crisp and mysteriously warm day. Those clouds sure worked in mysterious ways.
The oddest bit of it all was however since the Elesians came down and took charge, everyone was fearful for what would happen. But not Kadison. He was delighted at the thought of his ideas finally coming into play because sometimes fear was, unfortunately, the best form of persuasion; a single glimmer of hope or a decent proposal could cause a whirlwind of change because everyone was desperate and you sought an opportunity. And it was an idea of innocent intentions, to make the smog-covered Dusk less dependent on the Floating City above. All he had to do now was find the right person and the right time to put things into action, and that would only happen if they wanted to topple the Elesians or take back what was Dusk's, and it could only ever happen if they were taken care of. That would have to happen later because right now the only person he was after was the beautiful Ashen he'd let slip away a few nights back. That was the only thing on his mind. Kadison slipped into the pub.
"The Wonky Donkey," his dark eyes glanced up briefly and he mumbled. He'd never been lucky enough to venture in dining establishments as such without dictation from his parents. His every move they watched and coordinated. Since his mother came down with a case of the sniffles, his father had her locked in the attic for safe keeping to determine if it was the plague or not, so obviously where he wandered about wasn't of their concern.Strange situation, now that he thought of it. Fawn was homeless and running about due to the Solstice not being able to fund performers’ housing, Varya had vanished, his father was probably picking a fight with an Elesian or having his life threatened once more, and his mother was locked away like a prisoner. Where was he? Alone at some pub he’d never even heard the name of failing to blend in. If he played his cards right, he could almost pretend for a moment that he had no family at all. A freeing sensation but void of the connection he so desperately needed from someone. Perhaps he could find it here along with some much needed information. Kadison undid the tie from around his collar and tucked it safely into his pocket, and with that, he stepped through the door.
The sound of glasses clinking and muffled chatter were all that was in earshot. It had cozy, older looking interior and customers that looked rather aged themselves. Definitely wasn’t a joint any students would pay attention to and just another reason he was sticking out like a sore thumb. Standing near the door for a moment to take in the environment, the awkward feeling of not knowing what to do was unnerving even to himself. Find somewhere to sit or wait for someone to seat you? What in the gods’ name, Kadison, it’s a pub! Not a restaurant for high class.
He had already stood there too long, like a lost puppy, and just as he’d thought it and began stepping forward, a lady with her head held high gracefully sauntered up to where he was looking almost eager. That caused an overwhelming sense of panic and shock he’d never felt before. Nobody ever showed excitement toward seeing him, but then again, he cared too little to focus on the emotions of others. But this felt different. She seemed familiar but also intriguing? She certainly didn’t seem like the type to work here, Kadison thought to himself, so why was she here? And why did he care about anything other than the info he needed? It was a nice breath of fresh air after being cooped up in his study or his lab where no people ever really dare to go when he’s working. And to top it all off, it was a real, pretty girl and not just a figment of his imagination. Lack of human contact was obviously the culprit. But so many questions...
“Not to be rude, but you sure you’re in the right place?” the redheaded waitress asked and shifted her tray under her arm. Kadison paused for a moment as if trying to decipher her words. He waited a little too long.
“Uh, what do you mean?”
“You don’t look like the type of person who comes to places like these, wide-eyed and dressed up nonetheless,” she smiled.
He shifted his gaze to both sides before leaning in with a playful whisper, “Is it that obvious?” followed by a signature smirk. She got a kick out of that.
“I’m Zelda. Let’s get you a seat.”
Zelda. Before she turned away, Kadison slipped his flat hat off, rested it just below his chest, and gave a polite nod.
“Thank you, miss.”