to fall or fly;;

<span style='font-family:Times'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Timestamp: 81382, Tria 13th, 12pm


Introduction; Originating from the city of Aurius, Zenoviya came to visit the Chafuo Resort, intending to take a few shots of the surrounding scenery. Today before she had an idea that she might take a few pictures in the early afternoon of the mountains in the north, she decided to have some lunch at a local café near the hotel in which she was staying. However, her plans for photography have been ruined by the poor waitressing at this particular café.



The young pendragon's fingers drummed rhythmically on the table she sat at as she gazed towards the interior of the café. An hour earlier, she had decided to eat outside while looking at the river a few yards away. However, the waitressing at this particular café was slightly more sluggish than the cute little building made out. She pursed her lips irritably, reaching over her shoulder to toy with a stray curl of hair. In the near distance, the river glittered under the bright midday sun, and various aquatic creatures could be seen moving in its depths. For the most of half an hour, the beautiful sight had distracted her, but now she was feeling cheated out of her meal; it was only a sandwich, for goodness' sake.

Her head tilted back in the direction of the open doors of the café just as a willowy Feydragon came bustling out from the kitchen, her cheeks flushed, wiping her hands nervously on her waitress' pinny. She came to a stop by Zeno's table, saying, "Very sorry for the wait, ma'am - we had a little accident in the kitchen we had to deal with." Biting back the urge to make an impolite reply, she replied, <span style='color:green'>"Oh sure, it's fine. Is everything alright?"</span> The waitress had made to hurry back to the kitchen, but stopped and said, "Yes, yes, thankyou ma'am." Zeno let her go back into the café, then glanced at the wristwatch she had hidden under a shag wristband. <span style='color:green'>"Anytime now would be nice,"</span> She muttered, her stomach making unpleasant noises. This had to be the longest time on record that she'd been kept waiting for a sandwich... on another day she might have complained, but she decided to spare the pretty little waitress. After all, she had nothing else planned for that afternoon. Maybe walk up to the mountains and take a few photos? Her fingers travelled to the tip of her backpack on the floor by her feet, which contained her camera. Yes, a few photos would be great. Out of habit she began to fiddle with the small clip-on bow partially hidden in her hair, whilst her yellow-green eyes scanned the café doors impatiently.</span></span>

 

<span style='font-family:Times'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>oh my goddd i'm so sorry! i've just been hit by a truckload of coursework (and i went on holiday, heh) so i've had barely any time to reply. so sorry for the wait! </td></tr></table>


Her fingernails tapped rhythmically against the cool steel of the table, her lips set in an irritable grimace. Impatiently, her gaze moved back and forth between the bustling interior of the cafe to the table immediately opposite her, sighing and muttering quiet insults under her breath. The service was really, really appalling: she was starting to think that no such accident in the kitchen had occurred at all. Losing both interest and patience, she glared down at the metal she was resting her hands against, settling into an incontent daze as she listened vaguely for the returning bustle of the waitress.

When that bustle did come, she stirred and looked about her, suddenly with a resurrected desire for her forgotten sandwich, but saw no such thing arriving on a plate for her. Instead, she noticed a young, fairly attractive male pendragon settling himself down at the table opposite her, pulling his bag from his shoulders and occupying himself by toying with its pullstrings. She looked pointedly towards the kitchens, then back at him, delighting in the fact that she would have to share the inconvenience of waiting for her food with such a delectable piece of eye candy. Reaching back up to twirl that particular strand of burgandy hair, she offered him a soft smile. <span style='color:green'>"I wouldn't bargain that she'll come over," </span> she said, gesturing towards the cafe, where the waitress could faintly be seen hurrying about the kitchen. <span style='color:green'>"She's already aware of the fact that I've been waiting an hour for a sandwich."</span> She paused, studying him with closer attention to detail. <span style='color:green'>"What's your name?"</span> </span></span>