Post by Silvaria on Feb 11, 2022 1:00:30 GMT
Now, it wasn't home, not like it was in Yemen, but she liked it nonetheless. In New York City, the home of her favorite food to it, she had an apartment, but truth be told, she had the apartment even before she had come to work for Kore. This was the place where she spent all of her time coming up with the Faux bubble array that she had had on NYC before Kore had stopped her. It was nothing fancy or out of the world though. It was a three bed room apartment located on the 15th floor of a high rising skyscraper.
Once you open the door, you are greeted to a hallway, at the far end of which is the living room and the kitchen. There's a big comfortable sofa set opposing a big TV that has cable and everything but Silvaria hardly ever turned it on. She wasn't too big on news or watching stuff. Instead, you will come to notice a board hanging on the wall adjacent to it. This was a board Silvaria used to keep notes on random ideas, mock-arrays and things of the like, but if you didn't know Arabic or runes, you probably wouldn't be able to read a word of it.
There were various lines and diagrams drawn on the walls and the floor of the apartment but there weren't any visible runes. In fact, they were there, you just couldn't see them unless a bit of magic was poured into it. There were also various small idols and random objects placed strategically from the look of it. It would certainly rouse the curiosity of anyone that entered the apartment for certain.
Silvaria sat on the tiled floor, cross legged at the center of the living room with a book open in front of her. She'd worn a sleeveless tank top and black shorts, very casual, and that revealed some tattoos running along her shoulders, disappearing into her back. "I...invite you, to come and chill with me in New York." She had sent Kore a text on her phone. Phone was a new thing for her, you see. She never had the need of a phone before, certainly not in America when the number she used in the states did not seem to want to work when she was in Yemen. "You know where I live, righht? But don't touch anything when you come in!" She sent a second text a few minutes later, after considering that her apartment was dangerous, not anywhere close to as secure as the Hexblood Domain in Yemen but it would do as a temporary hideout. She hummed to herself.
