Halfway there, a stranger steps out onto the sidewalk in front of her, apparently out of nowhere.
He's young, about her age or a little older, and wearing a black leather coat with an excess of zippers and a feminine cut over dark grey jeans and a pink button-down shirt with a faint floral pattern. His boots are the kind that lace to just below the knee, also black leather, and have roses embroidered up the sides. The result is definitely... memorable.
"Hello," he says. His voice is pleasant and vaguely English. "I'm looking for the Gem of Amara."
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Date: 2013-05-24 05:36 pm (UTC)He's young, about her age or a little older, and wearing a black leather coat with an excess of zippers and a feminine cut over dark grey jeans and a pink button-down shirt with a faint floral pattern. His boots are the kind that lace to just below the knee, also black leather, and have roses embroidered up the sides. The result is definitely... memorable.
"Hello," he says. His voice is pleasant and vaguely English. "I'm looking for the Gem of Amara."