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Time Of Day: Early Morning
Weather: Light Drizzle
As Avaddon spoke, Arakiél smiled and allowed For young Shula to take as many pasties as she wanted From the bag, and Even going ahead and handing over one of the coffees Over to her, as well. Since their leader no longer wanted his beverage, perhaps she could find a homeless to give it to. “Here you are, my dear,” she pointed out, with a warm smile, “you’ll catch a chill If you do not take care.”
As Shula read the paper, Arakiel’s mind went to all the emails received that morning on the lab reports about their recent experimentations on ferals, but pushed the thought away. This was meant to be a relaxing time!
Watching the exchange between Avaddon and Shula was always entertaining. Avaddon might act like a grumpy old man and hold people at arm’s length but he had a soft heart deep inside. She had known him for so long. Otherwise, Shula wouldn’t have much room to joke with him, nor her. Arakeil welcomed the passionate youthful energy from the girl in stark contrast to their leader; Although it was difficult For the leader to irk Arakiel, it was certainly refreshing to have her around.
“When have you known me to be late, my Lord,” Arakeil chuckled, walking with the pair with a natural strut. People parted ways as they saw the three of them, whom were so easily recognizable in the streets of Haven. “We have Much time left to the meeting. You know how I enjoy my leisure.”
One could easily tell from Arakeil’s manner of speech and posture just how much older she was than them, even though she did not look it, and where she had been educated. If it were not for having a calm demeanor, she might be mistaken for one of those uptight elitist. But there was a reason Arakeil had fled for the land of humans, long ago.