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[ondraedan.livejournal.com]

Who: Awiergan and Hex
What: A civil meeting! Maybe. >_>
Where: A cafe somewhere in Labyrinth City, Wanderer's Refuge
When: During Star Market


It hadn't been hard for Awiergan to find a nice, not too busy place to have her little meet up with Hex. The hard part had been convincing the overprotective warrior that nothing would happen to his little klutz. Actually, she'd let Amy do that, then shoved her into a mental closet, looks and all, as soon as they'd been out of Jalen's sight. She'd been a bit torn about bringing Eli along; while she wanted to show him off, she didn't trust Hex. In the end, she'd left him with his father.

Sighing, she idly stirred the raspberry tea she'd ordered. The sooner Hex got here, the sooner she could get the 'civility' over with and finish her personal shopping.

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A blue head weaved it's way through the crowds. If one looked past the bizarre hair color, the person under it seemed normal enough.

So long as they didn't listen to the quiet string of curses pouring their way out of her mouth.

Well, this trip has been a major bust so far. Getting checked out by the doctor told me nothing I didn't already know, and every interesting book on enchantment is either useless, or warded against theft so well I wouldn't even reach the door before being caught.

Although, the journey hadn't been entirely useless. A thick, blank book, with a rich red leather cover, sat in her bag. A little pricey considering her tiny budget, but very ideal for her next project. A Grimoire to call her own. Time, research, and propably more white-out than she'd like to admit would be involved, but it would be an interesting project.

She pushed the thought out of her mind, as she approached the cafe Awiergan had agreed to meet her at. Spotting a familiar head with a more normal hair color, Hex closed the distance in seconds.

"Hey there, Red. How's tricks?"

(OOC: Awiergan's hair is red, right?)