MaraTwasHere
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The older woman tipped her head showing she understood. “Pretty fancy. “Bonnie said taking a sip from her piping hot coffee. She closed her eyes enjoying the warmth from the coffee, deciding a place near the heater when the woman returned with his drink. “You too have fun now! “Said the older woman waving to them as Bonnie walked over to the booth near the window with the heater by it, clearly not second-guessing herself on Garamoniya following her.
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“What a nice combination. I love it when parents name their kids things that actually mean something.” She looked over at the older woman who had returned with her coffee. “Are you going to get anything? “They both looked at Russian man.
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“Yes.” She turned to him, “and what is your name?”
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She follows in after him, and feels her skirt before remembering leaving her purse at home prior to running out hastily. With a sigh she nodded to the counter, “what would you like?” The menu had many things up on the board and Bonnie walked over to the older lady who seemed to be the only one unfrightend of the ginger in the shop. “Bonnie…is this a friend of yours?” Asked the older lady, leaning on the counter. “No. Could I have coffee black with foam on it? Large please, and put it on my tab. My acquaintance’s drink will go on with that.” The woman nodded before getting to work on the first coffee, leaving them in silence.
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“Still, a bit of gratitude would not hurt.” She said, looking both ways before jay-walking across the street. She took the oppertuinity to get a proper look at him under the street lights of town, ginger hair like her own–not much taller than her, either. The same height in fact. She looked away discreetly before he could notice, opening the door for him to go into the shop. “After you. Please do not cause a scene.”
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“You’re not very kind to a woman offering you coffee.” She remarked, leading him into the alley with no fear evident in her eyes. Though they occasionally burned bright it almost seemed as though she had no emotions. “What would you like?” She asked tonelessly as usual as they emerged from the other side of the alley right across the street from the mom and pop coffee shop.
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“It is faster. Either this way or we will have to walk around the whole block.” She said, her shirt soaked through already and her hair sticking to her temples. “As I said before, I don’t wish to catch a cold.” She titled her head at his suspicious look before pulling her gun out and giving it to him, the butt of it facing him. “There, a gun. I highly doubt you do not already have one on you, but perhaps this one will make you feel secure, yes? You are equal to my size but a man with greater strength and with a gun. Do you still have anything to fear?”
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“Here,” She pointed into an alley way, littered with small bits of trash and was dark. “I do not wish to catch a cold, hurry.” She said, moving into the alley way before him, just to make him feel more comfortable.
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“It isn’t. We’ve sectioned ourselves farther from where our main gang is, on the otherside of town.” She said simply, her face remaining expressionless this whole time. “We do not have many murders, anymore here. It makes me wonder if someone perhaps was targeted, but logic fights that as neither my mother or I was killed.” She said, and looked up as a rain drop hit her forehead followed by another. “It is beginning to rain…That coffee shop I mentioned earlier..”
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“Carlos here was just about to tell us what happened with the Gobblers.” Said Aradia, looking up from where she had her foot planted on his chest even as he was sat half-way up. “Come on, then, Carlos. Tell us ’bout ’em gobblers.”
He sighed, falling onto his back. “We ain’t see no gobblers, Ari. Just the Gyptians heard of ’em. And not only that but apparently a girl who’s parents weren’t on our ships got kidnapped too. I heard Father Coram had ‘nough of it, and is sending in a fleet to the North to take the children back. Apparently, to a witch who tipped us off, the children are being held captive somewhere called Bolvangar.”
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“After you.” She said, but slowly placed her weapon away, flicking her fingers to the tree and Dwyer flew off into the sky, circling higher and higher up. “Put your weapon away.” She repeated, looking up at him.
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She caught the boy a few feet away from the tree, pulling his ear and shouting at him. It faded into the silence before she stood up, wiping the mud off her knitted sweater and skirt. “Now look what ya done! The head-master is gonna kill me.” She snapped at the boy, and Carlos sat up sheepishly. “Ow! That hurt.” He whined and his daemon, a rat, sniffed him indignity. “Well you deserved it, don’t you know! If you like her then why don’t you just say so-?” “Shut up, Cordeila!” He hissed, taking his hat off and tossing it over her as she shifted into a moth. “So,” He said looking up at her as if not even hearing what his daemon had said. “I hear your looking for a Gyptain boy. Here I am.”
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“My apologies, sir, but a recent murder has happen. Perhaps you know something of it?” She asked, raising a brow. “I have never seen someone wear a trench coat on nice days such as these. Please, perhaps I can buy you some coffee?” She asked. “At least to apologies for following you. I really hate making a bad impression on people, you see,”
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She jumped back a bit, seeing knife before pulling out her gun. “Unarm yourself, whipping a knife on me when I just touched you. What are you scared of?” She asked, leaning into his face with her glare.
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She looked up at them, her hands on her hips. “I’m fine!” She looked away from them at a taller blonde guy who had soot on his face, and a smirk. “Just one of the stupid Gyptian boys found me. What do ya want, Carlos?” She asked sourly. “To scare ya.” He replied with a smirk. “Everyone’s all riled up ’bout gobblers, en’t they? I thought I’d mess with the local kids.”
“Why I outta…” She hissed between her teeth, running after him as he sprinted off.
(Stay on your toes, children.)