But laughter burst from Veil, and Jane curved toward her; adoring at the sound. It was so natural and soft like strawberry lemonade. Jane laughed too, although not erupting. Unlike her earlier interaction with the landlady; this laughter was real and soft and full of love. Veil let Jane’s words wash over her, but Jane just nudged her carefully. Dust brushed over Veil’s face and Jane watched it pass. How strange, for such magical and rich dust to be in a place like this; of sour daylight and hedonism’s consequences.
Jane turned and Veil followed, unquestioning. Always unquestioning, frighteningly unquestioning, Jane noticed that she would have to care for what Veil dabbled in. Hearing out for her friend, the air was once again filled with the scent of pepper. Food and heat carried on the wind; the season of fruition and progress, of rebirth after a winter that one barely experienced in the Day Court.
A few shops lined the street, the scent of starch, potatoes, and foods of many other places everywhere. “What do you want?” She asked, trying to leave place for Veil’s decisions. She tapped her nose to Veil’s and then inhaled, “Find something to eat for us.”
Tagged; @Veil Nebula. Ooc; she and veil have the Best bond
i've never felt more alone
it feels so scary getting old
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