For Wess

[halcyonguardian]

[The midnight crew might be a less then savory bunch but they sure knew how to put together a proper speakeasy. Ameyaa leans across her table, twisting the glass in circles as she listens to the dersite warble a song that she doesn't recognize but it was enjoyable. She may be a prospit dreamer but Derse was definitely the place to be when she wanted to see a certain human boy that she had recently become rather fond of.

Her fingers tap on her hand held, tap tap tap, overtop of the message she had sent him nearly 15 minutes ago. Come on now Wess, can you resist an invitation like this?]

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[tetchytmesis]

[For all that Wess loves saying no to things, he can never say no to a challenge -- and that's what this is. Not an invitation, but a challenge.

So of course he immediately sends her back a text saying "no." Which mean that 15 minutes later, he's there, gliding easily to the ground and landing with a soft tap just outside the doorway.]

[halcyonguardian]

[She notices him rather quickly, after all humans were so strange to look at and immediately commanded attention. A smile touches her lips and she offers him a little wave from the corner, her own yellow robes standing out like crazy amongst all the purple and dirty looks. Really, does it take that long to get here?]