Eranesse Estates

Prologue: Revisitation

His pale, pale blonde hair was pulled back in tail and tied with a black ribbon. His white shirt was shirred at the shoulders and back yoke, falling full around his lean body. His translucent skin was ruddier than usual and he seemed almost... happy as he slipped in through the door of the bar and grill. His black leather boot's hard soles whispered on the floor, indicative of a dancer's grace as he moved, the cotton of his black slacks silent. He was as casually dressed as ever he might be, relaxed and eager to be ... as alive as he felt.

He had taken a journey, perhaps one of self-discovery or simply experience as was his wont so to do and his house was guarded by wards with no one to watch it. He hadn't been sure when he left *if* he would return. But ... he'd found a way. He had come here having only recently learned of the place's existence looking for Tali. He sighed softly thinking of her, hoping she was well. Shaking his head with a smirk of self-examination he came to the realization that he had come back in large part because of Talitha. He wanted to be here for her, for as long as possible.

He glanced about inside the eatery, knowing he was not hungry and inquired as to her whereabouts.

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