2020-0630 – Ariyah

[Ariyah – The Elysium – Cargo Section – BoL – A]

Ariyah’s attention was captured by Darien’s gaze, his unwavering brown eyes fascinating, if slightly unsettling.
In response, Ariyah’s smile just widen — smile, you’ll be fine

She shifted to perch her weight on one of the “bar stools”, her eyes never leaving Darien’s as she did so. She didn’t feel danger from him, instead, it felt more like a heavy kind of assessment.
“My name is Ariyah Daniels, of Clan Toreador.” She reached out a hand, her skin pale and her nails tinted to give it a “healthy” look.

“I wouldn’t say I’m naturally an extrovert.” Ariyah waved away the bartender with a quick, “I’ve eaten, thank you.”
“In fact, I was told to come here. To socialise.” A rueful smile, “I’ve been in Seattle for a few months already, and haven’t really introduced myself to the locals. My sponsor thought it was time I brushed up on my people skills.”

Ariyah glanced around the room, looking more at the structure than the people which populated it, “This place threw me off a bit, is still throwing me off. I was warned that it wouldn’t be what I’m used, but it’s still outside my expectation.”

Ariyah returned her gaze to Darien, a gentler smile on her face, “You, however, remind me of home.” A sharp blade hidden in soft velvet.

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