Post by HighVoltage on Sept 9, 2022 23:27:24 GMT
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[attr="style","color:#C0C0C0;"]Lark walked them through the town, the people glancing in their direction. It didn’t seem to be out of suspicion, just the presence of something new brought attention. This attention quickly faded though, and eyes slid off them back to whatever tasks were at hand. Lily’s eyes darted around, absorbing all the sights of a new time. That was a weird thought, that she and Lark were part of history now, that there may be offhand remarks in journals that scholars would study that mentioned the appearance of two strangers with no ties to the land who vanished just as mysteriously as they had arrived.
Speaking of whom, Lily was trying to ignore the glimmers of satisfaction that came with having their arm wrapped around Lark. It was just the fact that she hadn’t been around friends in a while, surely. She wasn’t sure what was more disorienting, to be honest: focusing on the fact that they were centuries in the past, or focusing on their closeness to her. Lily shook herself back to the present, or past rather, as Lark led them towards a building that seems to be of the taverny type.
A warning was whispered into her ear and before Lily could properly overthink the ramifications of how close Lark’s lips were to her, they whisked her into the tavern. It was exactly as you would imagine it, a beat-up place with the salt wind blowing through, rough-and-tumble men and women drinking, laughing, playing games. Lily couldn’t help but grin at the place. It reminded her of the dives she’d frequented during her more rebellious times as a teenager. She dragged Lark over to an empty table a little ways from everything where they would stand out less.
“Holy shit this is exciting! Like this is more than I ever thought it would be!” Lily spoke quickly in hushed tones, her excitement plainly on display. “Should we get drinks? Wait, how does money work? Did you already give it to yourself? Or are you the one who gets the money to then give it to you later on?”
Speaking of whom, Lily was trying to ignore the glimmers of satisfaction that came with having their arm wrapped around Lark. It was just the fact that she hadn’t been around friends in a while, surely. She wasn’t sure what was more disorienting, to be honest: focusing on the fact that they were centuries in the past, or focusing on their closeness to her. Lily shook herself back to the present, or past rather, as Lark led them towards a building that seems to be of the taverny type.
A warning was whispered into her ear and before Lily could properly overthink the ramifications of how close Lark’s lips were to her, they whisked her into the tavern. It was exactly as you would imagine it, a beat-up place with the salt wind blowing through, rough-and-tumble men and women drinking, laughing, playing games. Lily couldn’t help but grin at the place. It reminded her of the dives she’d frequented during her more rebellious times as a teenager. She dragged Lark over to an empty table a little ways from everything where they would stand out less.
“Holy shit this is exciting! Like this is more than I ever thought it would be!” Lily spoke quickly in hushed tones, her excitement plainly on display. “Should we get drinks? Wait, how does money work? Did you already give it to yourself? Or are you the one who gets the money to then give it to you later on?”