Zephyr
"I know, Auntie." What more is there to say? She's right, of course- they're making her, a long-time local, leave her shop so that some newcomers can put in godsdamned canals. If Jack and Raza hadn't insisted you play nice, well...
At least you can do what you can to manage damage.
You're both a little grateful and a little disappointed with Auntie Maude's willingness to oblige at last - you sorta really wanted to see her go lolo at the child governor, more's the pity. With a kiss to her cheek and a promise to come by soon you see her off down the road, expression hardening back to its usual neutral when Remi speaks. "Pretty much."
With the old woman out of the way all that's left is moving things. Quietly you grab a box and head to a corner of the shop where you know she keeps old maps, eager to sort and store them is some level of privacy, keeping an eye out for any that might prove useful to you.
At least you can do what you can to manage damage.
You're both a little grateful and a little disappointed with Auntie Maude's willingness to oblige at last - you sorta really wanted to see her go lolo at the child governor, more's the pity. With a kiss to her cheek and a promise to come by soon you see her off down the road, expression hardening back to its usual neutral when Remi speaks. "Pretty much."
With the old woman out of the way all that's left is moving things. Quietly you grab a box and head to a corner of the shop where you know she keeps old maps, eager to sort and store them is some level of privacy, keeping an eye out for any that might prove useful to you.
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
