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[Silvana Montoya]

-scents of fire and honey fill my thoughts-

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The sound of children playing in the streets, and a beggar strumming upon a poorly tuned guitar, could be heard by Silvana as she drank from her porcelain tea cup. It had been a surprisingly warm winter day and Silvana had aspired to take advantage of it as much as possible. She'd wore a light yellow dress and a brown wool pea coat. She'd even dared to go out in a pair of jade colored pumps and fortunately by mid-afternoon, around when she'd left her temporary housing, much of the snow and ice had melted and turned into cool slush. The last thing she had needed was to break a heel and she tanked the maker for not only the warm weather but also for her safe passage.

She'd wandered the markets for a bit at first but the unusual weather had inspired a rather large crowd so she didn't stay long. She'd never been one to peruse whilst amongst a mass of people. Eventually she'd made her way over to a small tea house which served some unusually sweet tea. Silvana had ordered a cup of warm orange flavored tea and a rather meticulously decorated danish. Enjoying the warmth of the bright sun she'd sat out on the veranda alone staring up at the sky.

Sitting at a poorly welded iron table in an uncomfortable chair she was at peace for a time. The sounds of the world around her filled her ears and passed over her as her minded wandered through pleasant memories. After a time however Silvana found herself in the present. The warm sun was beginning to set and the odd warmth it had delivered would soon disperse. Replaced by an off putting cold. She ordered one more cup of tea, from a fairly flirtatious young waiter, and worked on finishing off her pastry. As she ate she glanced over the pair of off white gloves sitting next to her dish. They reminded Silvana of her unfortunate circumstances and threatened to ruin her good mood; but she was determined to enjoy herself at least a little while longer.

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[Nekane Ylsa]

don’t you want to?

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The cold was creeping up on everyone, slowly crawling over their clothes and needling its way to their skin. Soft, gentle caresses at first when it was barely noticeable out shadowed by the excitement of the day’s events. Oh how it turned to something else shortly, when their minds least expected it. Biting. Stinging. Scratching. Clawing at every bit of flesh it could find like a perfect predator, one who would not be stopped until they were locked firmly behind closed doors. Even then they would cower inside their little hovels, fearful to go outside into the harsh cold. It was amusing and a delightful opportunity for her. Mortals were so easily spooked by the slightest things, like the wind howling outside their doors ready to blow it all down. “Huff puff.”

She giggled to herself in broken syllables, a chorus out of sync and out of tune. People turned to stare at her as they passed and she smiled at them. It only caused them more discomfort as though bugs were skittering over their skin. Nekane was only amused as they muttered under their breaths, shuffling away from her. It was not fear but it was damn close to it and with the right shove…well anything was possible. One stared a bit longer at her, lingering over her small frame even if her laughter grated against his ears. He noticed her eyes on him, staring him down with that smile on her lips and a crazed look in her deep brown eyes. He flushed, turned, and if he could have ran without notice he would of, but he did his best to move away as quick as possible. She watched the middle aged man disappear into the crowd, his balding head without any means of protection. He surely had black hair in his youth but mortality and genes caught up to him, salt and pepper with nothing in the middle. Where was his vitality now, waddled up into tossed away tissues and lonely nights? She laughed after him, her back bending over at the force of her laughter, stray strands of white hair falling into her eyes and mouth. She did not care as she settled down into those off tune giggles. Disjointed. Out of place. Perfect.

She placed her hair back into order, thousands of ideas running through her mind so many possibilities to choose from for that one. Howling screams at night to start it off? A crack in the window letting that dreaded cold come in and settle around him chilling his bones. Maybe she would snap them to? One by one as he lay in a puddle of fear at the “thing” that came to him at night. The sound of bones breaking was the perfect accompaniment to screams, weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth! Oh wait that was a bible verse wasn’t it? Oh well. Why wouldn’t he be so thrilled to have a woman in his room again? She was doing him a great service and such services required a price. Nothing was free even if uncalled for or unwanted. She was a fine business woman after all, even if her interest might be considered high. “It’s my game now.” Her words were spoken after he was long gone, out of hearing, but the game was set. She would make him scream and show her fear and pain. She would drink it all from him and give him more lavish attention than he had ever received. Wasn’t she such a good little girl?

Amusement coursed through her veins and she welcomed it, relished in it, and had no choice but to smile wider. Her eyes scanned the thinning crowd, the moving people, until she spotted a bright patch amongst the dull and the smell of tea reaching her noise. She moved quickly, surprise was always a good enough emotion though it was better when replaced by terror. Funny how knives did that to people? Or maybe it was her maniacal expression? Appearances were everything these days. She saw the waiter coming with a cup of tea on his plate, she grabbed it quickly sipping the contents, sitting down from the girl she had come across. “So kind of you to order for me, doll.” She smiled viciously at the bit of green fluff across the table over the porcelain rim. The sugar tasted bitter on her tongue. It would be so much better with blood.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

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[Silvana Montoya]

-scents of fire and honey fill my thoughts-

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There was a certain etiquette in which people behaved. Social norms, instilled values and behaviors, and common decency controlled the actions and lives of most mortals. These factors are what kept societies civilized and allowed for humans to ignore their more basic instincts for survival and desire. Most species respected these norms whilst in the mortal realm, but there were a certain few beings that utterly ignored these rules of etiquette.
This woman was one such being.

The way she moved, the way she talked, everything about her screamed out to Silvana that this woman was less than human. Silvana had made her way through most of the dimensions and she'd had run-ins with a great many species. She had learned over time how certain races tended to behave and from this woman’s actions Silvana had determined that she was likely a fae. Perhaps she was an unseelie? She had no proof of her suspicions, but come on the woman had stolen her tea and then mocked her about it…what a bitch…

If Silvana had been a stronger woman she would have told the icy skank off, but alas Silvana was basically a push over. So instead of making a snappy remark she simply bowed her head and relayed, “Why it was my pleasure Madame, I hope it’s sweet taste is to your liking.” Turning her attention to the waiter she requested, “Please will you bring another glass and perhaps a kettle for us to share, oh and one of those lovely fruit tarts for my guest.” She finished her request with a kind smile and returned her attention to the woman before her.

Silvana was still annoyed at the stranger’s rude interruption but having company, no matter how crass the person may be, might be a nice change of pace. Still determined to enjoy the glimmering remainder of this exquisite day, she would indulge in a tolerable conversation with this vixen. However it seemed that the cold was returning more swiftly with this woman’s presence. A cool breeze wafted the loose strands of Silvana’s hair about gently as she stared into the woman’s eyes.

Giving a proper greeting Silvana bowed her head once more and introduced herself, “I am Silvana Montoya and I welcome you as my guest this evening.” She smiled kindly at the woman and hoped that her kind nature would rub off on the heathen. Now there was an idea perhaps she could invite her guest to church with her later. That would be a site to see indeed.

”My it has been a rather busy day for me, how about yourself?,” Silvana hoped her companion would at least indulge in some polite conversation but she didn’t hold her breath, “I imagine a woman of your caliber has no trouble finding ways to occupy her time.” Sadly Silvana meant that comment to be completely innocent and the innuendo was lost on her entirely. Silvana paused for a moment as she heard a familiar and pleasant tune. The beggar across the street had begun to play one of Silvana’s favorite tunes. She hummed along to the words looked over at the man with a sad look in her eyes. The song filling her mind with memories of better times once more.

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[Eleni Hanno]

The mortal world was such a funny place, and even the smallest surprises like the weather could still put a smile on her face. Melting snow created small streams down the cracks in the stones that paved the market area but Eleni's steps hardly disturbed their trickling. She was able to brush by the hagglers and customers without a bit of notice from their end. Instead when she bumped into one or peaked over a shoulder much closer than was normally acceptable no one said a word, not even a look in her direction. Eleni didn't exist to these people, no more than a stray breeze or odd shadow on their back. But in all other respects the spirit felt very much alive just entirely alone.

The sun that had muscled through the gray clid masses of yesterday warmed her whole being as she skipped through the crowds, blue skirt swirling around her legs. Her boots always knew where to step as if she had no choice but to avoid contact with the surrounding humans. It was a phenomena Eleni did not quite understand but realized was why only some could see her. So when she scopped up an apple there was neither hand nor voice to stop Eleni as she danced away.

Unfortunately the shinning day could not last forever and already she could feel evening's chill creeping up. Only that wasn't the only change in atmosphere. A certain hush seemed to fall around her, the kind where people still talk but in lower voices in smaller circles. Looking back and forth, black bangs falling across her eyes, Eleni tried to pinpoint what else had changed. As a middle-aged man hurried just past her, nearly knocking her off balance, and she traced back his path with her eyes until her gaze fell upon the stunning white-haired woman. The stranger moved and the people parted, that odd laugh announcing her presence for all to notice. Eleni had never seen a person have such an effect. No human she had encountered at any rate.

Taking a new path to trail behind the woman, curiosity piqued and having no other business, Eleni followed close. If she was just another mortal Elle's presence shouldn't bother her in the slightest. As she approached a rather quaint looking cafe the spirit was about to move on when the object of her attentions grabbed a cup from the waiter about to sever another lady on the patio. Eleni's jaw dropped as she tossed its contents down her throat. Her arrogant manner was evident even from behind and made the spirit gasp, a small set of noises that were a combination of humor and surprise. Drawing closer to hear the reaction of the fair skinned girl Eleni cocked her head to the side in surprise. The words were proper and gracious, though she supposed her reaction wouldn't differ to greatly. Shaking her head Eleni folded her arms across her chest and sighed. "It certainly seems like she can make things up as she goes along." she commented, assuming her words would go unnoticed as was usual.