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[shred_the_sky]

Amidst the pale-blue of winter dawn, I awaken for what feels like the first time. It is a strange feeling. The old streets of a newborn city stretch out around me, engulfing the world in a veil of pale colors. It is a lonely place. Hazy shadows pour out of the black windows like tears of a lost child who only wishes to not be forgotten. How did I

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[azoth_heiress]

The tapping of soft rubber and clicking of nails on concrete indicate that Aether isn't the only one walking around at this ungodly hour. Wearing a loose cotton top, shorts and sneakers, she had been taking Hewie for a run in the park before ending up here. As you do.

She doesn't notice the blue-haired wander at first. No deep introspection is occurring. Not having been around at the time the town had popped up, she's mainly wondering where the clock tower came from.

[shred_the_sky]

In the pale morning fog, Æther walking down the street is akin to some kind of eerie black shadow suddenly slowly moving through the fog. He makes several steps forward, but as the sounds of footsteps reach his spot, he suddenly stops and turns his head in that direction, trying to figure out the source of the sound.

"...Fiona," he finally speaks up when he recognizes a familiar shape within the fog. He is clearly speaking to himself, but his voice is loud enough to attract attention.

[azoth_heiress]

And she'll go as far to say as far as fogs stand this one so far seems fairly innocuous, which is as much as one can hope for in - oh hello, someone who knows her?

She follows the lead of Hewie whose trusty nose (although out of habit her hand does stray to the beltbag concealed at her rear, just in case) brings them to familiar face.

"Oh. Ether!" her face brightens. "Fancy running into you here." Which is not to say that she entertains the fancy of running into... oh you get the gist.

Hewie barks a greeting. There, he's said his piece. Now what's this? Izzit food? No, just a rock...

[shred_the_sky]

Æther smiles faintly at the dog, his expression as cheerful as it can be in his present situation. That part of the greeting done, he looks up at Fiona once again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you in these parts, as well," he speaks up in that soft, peaceful voice that he seems to use whenever he is actually pleased by the encounter. "Although..." His head cants a bit to the side. "It is somewhat early for a young lady like you to be outside, is it not?"