Reverie

First Meeting

"I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you, it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back." —Meg Rosoff, How I Live Now

The storm was still in its infancy. There was light sprinkles and clouds, occasionally dabbing out the sunlight. The rolls of thunder were, however, few and far in between. The magnificent multi-colored light of the dining area now painted down in duller, bleaker colors. The weather seemed to reflect the attitude of the guests, since many were more subdued than normal. It was, surprisingly quiet, save for the rowdy Muncy twins, giggling as they toss small bits and scraps of food at each other. The two boys are soon reprimanded by their parents, but eventually return to their food fight. Teora sighs as she eyes them, heading to the kitchen to retrieve a broom.

Mirasal brings out a plate to a human man with auburn hair, dressed in a light gray suit, a red scarf poking out from the left breast pocket. Seated near the kitchen, a cigar nestled between his lengthy fingers, puffing away, streams of thin smoke snaking their way around his head. He smiled as she placed his dish in front of him, removing the cigar to look her over. She takes a moment to adjust the dish in proportion to his glass along with his utensils. Moving each a little bit to accommodate.

"Um, it's alright." he grins as she tucks her hands behind her, realizing what she was doing.

"Susa." she says, flashing a brief smile and letting out a small cough as she fans the smoke away from her mouth.

Why must they do that indoors? Granted, it's allowed...

"Oh, apologies." he mutters as he peers up at her. She watches in silent horror as he quickly smashes it in the bottom of a small delicate crystal bowl, meant to host candy. Certainly not meant to be an ashtray. But she was used to this type of crassness from humans. Or perhaps human-passing. Those types blend in very well with the tourists.

"That's not really meant for that." she says, gaze on the ruined dishware. He glances at her and the bowl.

"It's a bowl though. What's it for?" he frowns.

"Not that. It holds candies."

"Well sorry. Again." he replies, an annoyed hint in his voice. He then lowered his head to loudly sniff the food on the plate, drawing glances from guests nearby, thick strands of copper falling over his face. "What is it?"

"Fish. We're fish people." she replies, removing her attention from the glass bowl. Maybe he's not pleased with it. Oh well, it's all Radaha had made. In fact it seemed to be the only thing she knew how to make really well. That and tagro pie.

His eyes peered up at her. They were huge and a deep golden with specks of amber. He was pleasant-looking, striking even. He looks down to inspect his plate again. "Thank you. And, hey can I get your na-"

He stops and scowls when he sees she's already hurrying off to the kitchen.

"Terok is such a lovely place!" the short, blonde stocky woman exclaims, her joyful grin spread ear to ear, the yellow dress suit she wore standing out like a sore thumb against the room's backdrop of dreariness. "It's so beautiful this time of year...or," she fingers her white pearl necklace, looking out the window. "At least it would be..."

She was one of the few guests left in the dining area. Mirasal, busy assorting tiny candies by color in an ornate bowl, the sound clinking against the porcelain, looks over at her.

"You're saying it wrong. It's Terog. It means 'life'." she says, shifting in her chair, pulling on the blue fabric of her dress. The woman's eyes darted to her.

"Really? Oh,how awful!" her hand shoots to her cheek."Te-ROG." She pronounces it slowly, making sure to do the rolled 'r' sound. She does it repeatedly, seemingly delighting in the sound her tongue makes. She giggles as she sips her drink and continues repeating the word.