#PSA: It's Wrayne.

[wardensantoineandevka]

I just remembered that this WIP for a Cerrit fic was a thing:

“You’re a rare sight around here.” “A Sightwarden?” “Sightwardens are common as marble tile. No, an eisfuura.” She said the word slowly, “Well, you're here.” “That I am.” There was a soft, sighing edge to her voice. He was suddenly aware that his hood was pulled up. He lowered it, in a motion he hoped was casual and innocuous. She closed her book in a slow, careful way that suggested… No, he chose not to interpret that look in her eyes. He distracted himself by glancing up at the sky. “I wonder why that is,” he said. “This is where I like to read while I have lunch. Every weekday around this time.” “I meant: I wonder why there are so few eisfuura in Avalir.” “Ah!” It sounded as if she understood this from the beginning. “Maybe the city loses some of its appeal when you can fly.” She gestured up and outward with a graceful turn of her wrist. “Perhaps.” “I wouldn’t know. I was born here.” She studied him a moment, then said, “You better be going. Looks like your friend is here.” She glanced over his shoulder, and he turned to follow her gaze. Loquatius was beelining directly toward them but at a pace slower than his usual striding. When he turned back to her, she was already collecting her things into a small wristlet bag. “You’re going?” “My break’s over.” “So, you’re gonna start having lunch here?” He didn’t like that confident tone in Loquatius’ voice. “I don’t usually take lunch outside, and I wouldn’t do it this far into town.” “Did you get her name?” He didn’t answer that. “You’re gonna start having have lunch here.”