[] CHAPTER 3 []
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"This'll be fun."
The hustle and bustle of Downtown Yerie filled Ashe's ears and he looked over at Wayre, who was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. The two were currently by one of the pedestrian areas of the city, Ashe with his acoustic guitar resting on his leg, ready to be tuned, and Wayre with his violin held upright on the ground. Wayre's mouth was twisted into an excited grin, big enough to reveal two tusks just small enough to pass as an underbite. He had dark russet hair that curled over his ears, ending at the nape of his neck. It fell just short of his eyes, which were bright yellow but not quite golden. Wayre, like Ashe, wasn't Immortal, and those not-quite-golden eyes were the first sign of it.
Of course, he wasn't exactly human either, a tufted dark brown tail curling over the sidewalk and into the bushes behind the two, and those not-gold eyes were a shade that seemed to avoid the humans like a plague.
"You know what's going to happen." Ashe feigned a yawn and started tuning his guitar, melodic notes filling the air as he slowly plucked each string, pausing to make sure it was perfectly in tune.
"Do I?" Wayre stretched upwards and kicked back, waving a hand at everyone around them. "We've never really performed without your little flare to things."
"Little flare to things." Ashe snorted. "That's one way to put it."
"Okay, yes, magic." Wayre rolled his eyes. "Jackass."
Ashe and Wayre were both Enets, the forgotten children of the Immortals that had long-since lost their immortality, with only a few traits remaining, like their arts-based magic and the traits of their Familiars that were so clearly branded into them.
Somebody with a cat in a stroller passed by and Wayre let out a long sigh. "I miss Cloudy."
Cloudy was the cat that Wayre had found and adopted before he and Ashe had moved into an apartment together, and was currently with Wayre's half-sister so that they didn't have to pay even more to live there, seeing as they could barely pay the rent, even with street performing.
"You can always visit him." Ashe pointed out. He wasn't exactly fond of Cloudy, but that was mostly because the cat had started it.
"It's not the same..."
Ashe rolled his eyes. "You'll live."
"Yknow, I want to punch you a little bit more every day."
"You say that to me every day."
"And I mean it." Wayre picked up his violin. "Any plans set up for us tonight?"
"Well, I was going to go to this big ceremony tonight to provide the entertainment." Ashe pulled his guitar into position on his lap and strummed it gently. "You can always come with if you'd like."
"We're a two-act, my dearest companion." Wayre grinned, displaying his tusks again. "Now change your illusion. I think there's a half-mortal here and I want to scare them."
Ashe was an illusionist, which meant that his art was being able to bend light and all sorts of other things to change the way the world looked. His true passion, however, had always been his guitar, and so naturally, he'd found a way to combine the two.
Currently, however, he was in the midst of a bet, meaning he couldn't do the illusions he so badly wanted to. Instead, he shifted the one he'd casted to conceal the two, making them look like two humans sitting on the sidewalk. A few people jumped and stared at them, only to see Wayre giving them a sly grin. The two exchanged a glance and then began to play.
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