Spring 11, 511 AV Aello was sitting at a small wooden table in the corner of the Silver Silver Tavern. Her bag was resting on top of the table, as was her bow. Her quiver was nestled into the space between her shoulder blades, and Yune was quietly resting on her left shoulder. The girl had arrived only moments before, and had just settled in. The tavern seemed strangely quiet today. Service seemed slow as well, usually one of the maids would have come to her table and asked what she wanted already, but no one had come. Aello didn't really mind though, she wasn't in much of a mood for anything other than a place to sit for a little while. Aello sat silently and surveyed the floor. There weren't too many patrons today. Perhaps she had come at a strange hour; too far in-between meals to truly attract anyone. It was a few hours after noon, she thought, considering how high the sun seemed to be in the sky. It was casting a pale glow on the bar through the open windows. Aello sighed, perhaps she should of stayed out there. The streets seemed more lively than the bar. It was then that Aello noticed him. Aello almost didn't recognize him, it had been so long. The man had appeared to age a few years since she last saw him; perhaps from lack of sleep or stress. The man had paler skin than she, and sapphire blue eyes. A round face that seemed to slim down a bit. Prominent cheekbones jutted out of the pale flesh, creating a visage far more angular than she remembered. His nose was as large as ever, and his neck seemed the same; fat. He was muscular though, and wore a dark green tunic with brown pants and brown boots; Charles. Aello couldn't decide if he looked better or worse to her than last time. Either way, he still looked terrible. Charles sat alone now, next to the table where he and Aello had first met. Perhaps it is time to finish the ghost's wishes. Aello smiled shyly as she pressed her feet into the floor and pushed her seat back. Her chair scraped across the wood, drawing the eyes of the nearest patrons as she mouthed the word "sorry" in apology. When Aello had pushed the seat back far enough, she got to her feet. She plucked her bag from the table and slipped it over her shoulder, so that it could rest beside her quiver. She picked her shortbow up next, and made her way over to Charles' table. When she reached it, she stopped short by the seat opposite him. "Would you like some company?" Aello asked. There was no response right away. "Did you hear me?" Aello asked as she wrapped her fingers around the back of the seat in front of her. She waited a moment for any sort of reply from Charles. There was none. Is he deaf or something? Deciding that she was in no mood to wait for him, Aello pulled back the seat in front of her with her free hand, and sat down. She put her bow down on the wooden table. It was then that he first spoke to her, "there are other open tables you know." "Yeah, there are, but you seemed like you could use some company," Aello replied in a neutral tone. He didn't seem as though he liked her there. In fact, he seemed rather distant, and the edges of his eyes were red. Has he slept recently? Or merely had too much to drink? A mostly empty glass mug rested on the table by his right hand. A few frothy bubbles lingered on the bottom, along with the occasional drop of a silver mixture. Must be the house's specialty brew. He didn't reply to her. "Are you alright?" Aello asked. "Have you had too much to drink?" "What are you my mother?" Charles growled. "No," Aello replied. "Then shhhuuddyup," he replied. Aello turned away. Well this is going to be a bit rougher than we thought. But at least, he gives us reason to want to kill him. Other than it being a ghost's wish of course. She was silent for a long time, deep in thought. How did she get this guy outside, and to a more discreet location, where she could easily kill him and dump the body? How did she get him to unknowingly walk into her little trap? Aello turned back to him. She began to breath in through her nose, and out through her mouth. Perhaps if she took the time to concentrate on him, his aura would come into view. Perhaps the one thing that couldn't easily be manipulated or hidden would show the young spiritist something that would help her complete her task for the ghost. The girl continued to breath, and finally, after a few seconds, noticed a transparent mist floating around Charles, his aura. The mist was a silver color, a mixture between smoke and fog, it seemed. It was littered with sparkling grey blobs. Is he too drunk to read? Aello wondered, as she closed her eyes and broke her concentration. The aura instantly faded away. A wave of exhaustion hit Aello, causing her eyes to feel unnaturally heavy. Well, that certainly helped the situation. |