[Ariyah – Elysium – Cargo Section – BoL – A – PRE-RESET]
Ariyah mentally gave a sigh of relief when Jackson seemed to take her word about her sire and didn’t inquire any further about it. She wasn’t sure she could lie convincingly about it if pressed.
She listened as Jackson shared his process and realised that she had made some incorrect assumptions. She re-crossed her legs, shifting her weight as she straightened on her stool, “I think I have to apologise for some of the assumptions I was making.”
“I thought that you were in the news industry at the behest of the Camarilla or some Elder.” Ariyah waved her hand in the general direction of the ceiling as if gesturing at the elusive power structure looming over all their heads. “It didn’t even cross my mind that you might be a straight-up journalist. I’m sorry if I’ve insulted you and your profession.”
Ariyah’s eyes were direct, and earnest, which could be quite unsettling to see in the environs of the Elysium. It lasted for only a brief moment, long enough to be seen, but not long enough to be commented on. When Jackson asks about her vocation, Ariyah softens her spine, resuming a more relaxed posture, “I’m a wall muralist by trade, although recently I’ve expanded into the interior design business.”
Ariyah pulls out a business card from the back of her phone case and puts it on the bar’s surface, “If you ever have any haven, or public spaces, that need some work done, I’m the one to call.”
She pushed the card towards Jackson. It was white on one side with the name” Busy Vines Design” on the top and Ariyah’s name and contact number in the middle. The back of the card was black with a pattern of roses done in silver foil.