[Amlai]

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Piper's Boutique · Dafont · Deviantales · Aethereality · Ro-Stock

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Amlai sighed heavily as she gently pushed the door open. As soon as she entered the cafe, she sighed again, but with relief. It felt nice to be inside a building for once, rather than sleeping on the streets after she left her foster family. Amlai quickly darted her eyes around the room, before deciding she would buy something to eat before asking for a room.

She adjusted her shoulder bag and steadily made her way through the mix of different scents. She admired the lovely decorating before sitting down at a table in the furthest away corner in the dark. Carefully she took out her sketch pad and pens, laying them in a neat pile, whilst deciding what to get.

"What should I get? Nothing to expensive.. just a light snack."

Amlai stood up, flattened her blouse and strode up to the counter where the server was waiting for a customer. "Could I get a.. cheese panini and a glass of tap water please?" Amlai sighed and rubbed her eyes. She wasn't getting much sleep due to being on the streets, so she probably did look more like a vampire than she usually did. Amlai wished her life could take a turn for the better. Maybe meet some friends.. earn money.. anything to make her less.. dull. Amlai would even drink blood for her life to get better.

Amlai snapped out of her hopeless wishes and took the tray with her order on it, whilst counting the money and placing it into the servers hand. She turned round and made her way back to her table with the food - and her life - literally resting on one hand.

[Official NPC]

Persephone Anderton was the picture-perfect embodiment of the Apalos, tall but slender with a fluffy cap of golden curls and cornflower-blue eyes that sparkled with friendliness. She was also fairly well-known among Elysians and the Anyeli both as a fair-minded diplomat who was well-suited to the role of Archangel and Peacekeeper in Suka Matali's stead.

She wasn't all that surprised, then, when the sight of her entering Le Bon on the arm of a massive hulk of a man wearing ripped jeans, a punk t-shirt emblazoned with a fiery skull and crossbones, and tons of silver - chains, piercings in places most people wouldn't dream of putting holes, and mean-looking blades - brought a few gasps and girlish giggles.

She'd heard the rumours about her dating a human and had laughed. Wait until they saw her human.

Patting his arm, Persephone gestured at a booth in the back and whispered that she'd order for them, knowing exactly what he wanted. He grunted and moved towards the booth she'd indicated, his chains rattling as he walked. Ignoring the stares, Persephone moved in the opposite direction towards the counter, then paused as she noticed a sketch pad on one of the tables.

Pursing her lips in thought, she stopped by the table and smiled, gesturing at the sketch pad. "May I see?" It used to be a tradition among the Archangels centuries ago that they commission portraits of themselves to be hung in the Great Library, a tradition she'd dearly love to renew, but she was also interested in something... different and had no idea where to look for an artist capable of giving her that. This girl may not use a style Persephone wanted, but perhaps she knew of others who might. At the very least, it was worth a look.

Piper's Boutique • Dafont • KeyMoon • Beyond Tonight