"dinner, somewhere nice" [Korei+Malachai]
Jan 24, 2014 2:43:01 GMT
Post by Hunter on Jan 24, 2014 2:43:01 GMT
It was about a week or so after getting his number at work -- conveniently, what turned out to be a girl day -- that Korei agreed to meet him at Red's Steakhouse, a upscale little place not far from Main Street. The arrangement and the meeting place were a bit more... formal than she would have liked, but the avian hadn't been content to just ask her out for coffee, and she'd relented, suggesting one of the restaurants she knew. After all, how else was she going to get her hands on those feathery wings of his if she didn't agree to dinner first?
Normally she would have been too shy to lay out plans like this so early in knowing him, and part of it, admittedly, was that her friends had talked her into it. Maybe friends was a loose term, sure, but the two other nymphs she'd told about him -- by the name, she'd assumed him male, and that was how she referred to him -- were all interested and supportive and bubbling with giggly curiosity, and they persuaded her to see him again as soon as she could and report back to them, if only so that they could vicariously experience the novelty of dating a volant.
Korei showed up a little late, most of the twigs pulled out of her hair. She'd tried to go a little fancy, since this was a nice place and she wanted to look the part, even if her means were limited to an extent, and so she'd worn a pale deerskin dress that stood out in bright contrast against her skin, a bit on the expensive side but also one of very few articles of clothing that she owned. She didn't have any jewelry, and there wasn't much in the way of makeup on her face, except for a dark stain of lipstick that was the red-purple color of young wine. Brushing her green hair out of her eyes, she looked a bit bashful as she approached the host's podium inside and asked, in a quiet voice, whether they'd already seated a man named Malachai.
The music playing over the speakers was so soft, she didn't have to raise her voice to be heard.
Normally she would have been too shy to lay out plans like this so early in knowing him, and part of it, admittedly, was that her friends had talked her into it. Maybe friends was a loose term, sure, but the two other nymphs she'd told about him -- by the name, she'd assumed him male, and that was how she referred to him -- were all interested and supportive and bubbling with giggly curiosity, and they persuaded her to see him again as soon as she could and report back to them, if only so that they could vicariously experience the novelty of dating a volant.
Korei showed up a little late, most of the twigs pulled out of her hair. She'd tried to go a little fancy, since this was a nice place and she wanted to look the part, even if her means were limited to an extent, and so she'd worn a pale deerskin dress that stood out in bright contrast against her skin, a bit on the expensive side but also one of very few articles of clothing that she owned. She didn't have any jewelry, and there wasn't much in the way of makeup on her face, except for a dark stain of lipstick that was the red-purple color of young wine. Brushing her green hair out of her eyes, she looked a bit bashful as she approached the host's podium inside and asked, in a quiet voice, whether they'd already seated a man named Malachai.
The music playing over the speakers was so soft, she didn't have to raise her voice to be heard.