My eyes searched through the crowd, not spotting the winged buckskin. A soft sigh escaped my velvet lips and I mulled through to the outskirts beside a lily full of apples. Taking one in my lips, I crunch it deliciously, the sweet and strange juice slopping in my mouth, and the flesh creating a satisfying munch. From here I watch, and I wait for my assigned date. Ilios.
I knew some of those who milled about. Mostly just from running into them around Helovia. Slowly I take another apple, still waiting. After a few apples and watching the crowd I do feel more relaxed, and I wonder what the hell is in those apples. I eye them cautiously, and decide to slow down on the apple intake.
"Talk."
@Ilios