#11. Pyre.
[ No one could have pinpointed the exact moment it happened, even if they had been looking straight at the former bar as it forgot its structure and became something grander, stretched, polished and reinforced. Some might claim that the building had always looked that way, a doorless monolith, the bastard child of a cathedral and a fort. Lux.]
[If they looked closely enough (and few would bring themselves to do so) they might have made out a figure, leaning back against one of the doors that weren't. They might have made her out, though the shape was hazy through the unseasonal heat that radiated a few feet from the building and then bled back into October chill.
The figure would not have looked back. She waited for someone other, someone who would not be squinting to add sharpness to their sight. When Elaine Belloc arrived, her eyes, like much else about her, would be blind.]
[ooc: comment log for Mazikeen and Elaine. mod approved.]
[If they looked closely enough (and few would bring themselves to do so) they might have made out a figure, leaning back against one of the doors that weren't. They might have made her out, though the shape was hazy through the unseasonal heat that radiated a few feet from the building and then bled back into October chill.
The figure would not have looked back. She waited for someone other, someone who would not be squinting to add sharpness to their sight. When Elaine Belloc arrived, her eyes, like much else about her, would be blind.]
[ooc: comment log for Mazikeen and Elaine. mod approved.]