Timestamp: 49 Mia 81382 3:00 PM Who: Sarah Gojgla Wearing: Blue shorts with gold flowers on the left and light green t-shirt. There was a new cafe that just opened in Aurius. The aroma of the espresso from the espresso machine was sweet and pleasantful. One female Pendragon was, well, like a terran moth attracted by a light. The scent was irresistable to this 'dragon, since she has a taste for hot beverages. She just walked up to the silver framed, glass covered counter and saw various amounts of edibles. Someone behind the counter asked, <span style='color:gray'>"Hello, may I take your order."</span> Sarah was enjoying the scent and replied, "One espresso, please." The thill behind the counter prepared a medium sized cup then made espresso. She walked back to the counter then handed it Sarah. "Thank you." Sarah then handed a Khorta card to pay for the cup, was handed back, then walked off to a table. She pulled out a seat then sat down, then took a sip of the espresso. "Mmm," she murmured as she swallowed the sip.
<blockquote> Jude sat in the warmest corner of the cafe, curled in upon herself, her knees drawn to her legs. The scientist with her coffee - she added sugar, milk, stirred it all up, stirred it all up again, and then as an afterthought, added more sugar, a little more milk. The liquid rose to the rim and then by a fraction exceeded the limit - only it did not spill. It held - a bulge of coffee arcing tragically over a plastic cup, preserved by the physics of surface tension, rhyme to some unspeakable magic. But everyone knows coffee miracles never last long. The morning wake-up call wobbled, spilt, and then abruptly spilled over the edge, now a Nile of winding brown winding past plastic and politics until there was nothing more than a brown blot on the morning paper.</blockquote>
Sarah took another sip, making sure she didn't spill any on her clothes for it's tough to remove the stains. The female song star placed the cup of the table, but continued to hold it. The warmth was soothing to her, don't why, though. She didn't even to bother wondering about it. Instead she looked up at the dome roof, seeing the magnificent creatures and fish that swam by. Only for a minute she stared up, then her attention was aroused by a thill of a copper colored fur that was adding sugar and milk and stirring continuously. Sarah was suprised at first, but she wondered if this thill was a bit of a loony. Gee, I've never seen anyone that likes their coffee that sweet, she thought, examining the thill carefully. However, it didn't last long for the liquid overflowed and was spilling from the top, all over the newspaper. Sarah looked up at the thill and just asked, "Umm... do you like your coffee like that?"
<blockquote>Cursing in Ramathian under her breath, the copper-pelaged thill grabbed a thick stack of napkins from the dispenser, wadded them up in her fist, and stemmed the growing spill. A voice. "Um... do you like your coffee that sweet?" Jude gave her a detached smile, like that of a Cheshire Cat, but the look in her eyes signaled that she wasn’t completely there – her mind was off and drifting into the poison-blacked wells of memory, digging up tattered scraps of the past and trying to piece them together into an image. "Yeah, suppose I do. My dad used to, as well."</blockquote>
The examination of the copper furred thill made Sarah question herself. The way she was and her way of making coffee, almost testing the laws of physics. A scientist. That can be only thing that Jude has to be. The thought went through her head in a rush, like a speeding bullet. "Yeah, suppose I do. My dad used to, as well." Sarah gave of a mild smile in reply. The dull red thill didn't make a complaint, for some people are like that. Some, but not everyone. "Well, I can't complain. Some like it that way. I'm Sarah by the way. Sarah Gojgla, aka The Mistress of Gothic Rock." Sarah had another quick look at Jude. Familiarity was in Sarah's mind, for the copper pelted thill looked liked someone she knew.
