Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
The Kraai was determined live on, to resume normalcy even though what was normal before was oh, so different to the normal that was presented now. No longer was Weaver behind the bar - she hadn't been since being named Warden, but now there was no prospect, no hope or possibility that she would ever resume that place even for 'old time's sake'. And no longer did Korbin frequent the place, too many memories lingering in the shadows.
But Chuy remained - he had many reasons: the Grounders were here, and wherever they were, Kia often was too, and he had promised Weaver before that he would help out here, in the kitchen, in maintaining tidiness in the rooms, in whatever capacity the place needed him.
Tonight he wasn't as needed, as others had stepped up to run the bar and cook the meals tonight. No doubt he'd be roped I by the kitchen staff to clean dishes later - and he didn't mind that prospect either, preferring to keep his mind and hands busy rather than dwell for so long on things that had happened, things he could not change, and worrying about things yet to unfold.
The beverage he drank was non-alcoholic, soft drink as his home world would have called it, his preference over anything alcoholic. He was grinning and laughing with the locals, until his iceberg gaze landed on another, who sat quietly apart. She was pale, ghostly, a wintery mirage against the rustic timber backdrop of the Kraai - and he was reminded of himself not so long ago, a newcomer to the realm, sitting in the public bar but not sitting with anyone. With a short word to his current group, he slipped away from them, approaching the girl with a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Hey there," soft, warm tones were offered easily, as gestured to a seat near her. "Mind if I join you?"
But Chuy remained - he had many reasons: the Grounders were here, and wherever they were, Kia often was too, and he had promised Weaver before that he would help out here, in the kitchen, in maintaining tidiness in the rooms, in whatever capacity the place needed him.
Tonight he wasn't as needed, as others had stepped up to run the bar and cook the meals tonight. No doubt he'd be roped I by the kitchen staff to clean dishes later - and he didn't mind that prospect either, preferring to keep his mind and hands busy rather than dwell for so long on things that had happened, things he could not change, and worrying about things yet to unfold.
The beverage he drank was non-alcoholic, soft drink as his home world would have called it, his preference over anything alcoholic. He was grinning and laughing with the locals, until his iceberg gaze landed on another, who sat quietly apart. She was pale, ghostly, a wintery mirage against the rustic timber backdrop of the Kraai - and he was reminded of himself not so long ago, a newcomer to the realm, sitting in the public bar but not sitting with anyone. With a short word to his current group, he slipped away from them, approaching the girl with a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Hey there," soft, warm tones were offered easily, as gestured to a seat near her. "Mind if I join you?"
CHULANE
