The vineyards have been abandoned by people for many months, but when Sciel arrives, it doesn’t really look changed at all from the first time she walked up its steps: charming stucco-and-timber walls with ivy growing up the sides, arched windows, the glow of lights inside. The gardens are tended, the shrubberies trimmed, and the cobblestones have not yet been overtaken by weeds, not even a little bit.
Strange, how so much of Etraya is like this. Massive, sprawling estates that maybe housed one person, sometimes two, and then left frozen in time when those people depart. She’d had a drink with Kaeya once, at his bar, and they’d talked about magic. Chroma. She hesitates to think of where he is now.
Sciel shakes off the thought, turning her eyes to the long path from the edge of the estate to where she is, on its front steps. It’s going to be a nice evening. No need for any melancholy thoughts.
He should be arriving soon. In the meantime, she lets herself in and makes her way to the wine cellar, leaving the manor door ajar behind her.
(Everything is still very new. Buildings that feel like they don't belong together, some words that he easily recognizes, some that are as foreign as the land he steps upon, but there's curiosity within Beto more than any other feeling. It's not his first rodeo, but it is, and to lose his marbles and vision when there's enough to enjoy and think about isn't ideal. He goes a day at a time, one leisurely step towards whatever answer he can find.
Sciel might recognize the void that flies over the sky if she glimpses at the window, his suit not overtaken by the light absorbtion, and once his Italian shoes hit the land, he's back to normal, patting his outfit to ensure its immaculateness. Gently, he pushes the door open with a blinding smile since she's the first thing he sees.)
Hello, Scieline!
(He arrives, a kiss to each cheek as the manners are maintained, and takes a seat.)
[What an entrance. His tall figure, framed by the opened door, his suit freshly pressed and his shoes nicely shined. Sciel casts an approving look over him as he approaches, leaning in to accept those kisses to her cheeks.
Scieline. Cute. She sits, too, folding one leg over the other, the slit in her skirt so high that it exposes the very top of her tanned and tone thigh.]
Do you like it? No one’s been here for a while, but it looks like it could spring alive again any moment now.
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Chirper date >:)
Strange, how so much of Etraya is like this. Massive, sprawling estates that maybe housed one person, sometimes two, and then left frozen in time when those people depart. She’d had a drink with Kaeya once, at his bar, and they’d talked about magic. Chroma. She hesitates to think of where he is now.
Sciel shakes off the thought, turning her eyes to the long path from the edge of the estate to where she is, on its front steps. It’s going to be a nice evening. No need for any melancholy thoughts.
He should be arriving soon. In the meantime, she lets herself in and makes her way to the wine cellar, leaving the manor door ajar behind her.
Sciel might recognize the void that flies over the sky if she glimpses at the window, his suit not overtaken by the light absorbtion, and once his Italian shoes hit the land, he's back to normal, patting his outfit to ensure its immaculateness. Gently, he pushes the door open with a blinding smile since she's the first thing he sees.)
Hello, Scieline!
(He arrives, a kiss to each cheek as the manners are maintained, and takes a seat.)
Quaint little place you've chosen.
Scieline. Cute. She sits, too, folding one leg over the other, the slit in her skirt so high that it exposes the very top of her tanned and tone thigh.]
Do you like it? No one’s been here for a while, but it looks like it could spring alive again any moment now.