Keep Moving Forward

It was pure chance that Adriana was at the coffee shop when the young woman - the she wolf’s nostrils flared - no, vampire, hung up a sign on the bulletin board right next to her table. Keen eyes picking up the print easily, she cocked her head to the side and cleared her throat softly, knowing the other would realize what she was as well. “Crafting classes? Might I ask what you will be teaching?” she questioned in her soft accent, her face as friendly as possible to show she held no animosity toward the other species. The flyer had caught Adriana’s attention though, because she knew Patrick would likely enjoy something like that, and Lord knew the boy still needed something to take his mind off of his worries about his father. “My… sort of nephew is very creative, so I think he might like a class like this,” she offered.

Lydia always knew the reason she couldn’t never sneak up on her parents or some siblings was because of their senses. It’s why she turned so quickly to the young woman approaching her. She smiled, this woman was like her husband she could sense that. “Yep yep.” She nodded. “Oh gosh. Well we have knitting and embroidery. Quilting and sewing. Crocheting. Whittling.” Her face lite up at the thought of someone interested in her classes. She reached into her bag to grab a project she was working on. Pulling it out she showed it to the woman. “I leaned how to embroider when I was younger and I make my husband hand embroidered handkerchiefs. So something like this. And knitting scarves. We just renovated so the classes are just beginning. And if your nephew might be interested then bring him by.”

Monty wasn’t always the best with people, but he did his best to keep his customer service going well. At least he knew that he had enough experience over the years to actually help him with what he wanted to do. As he finished with customers, he turned to continue what he was doing when he noticed Lydia standing there and he smiled. “Making sure I don’t miss anything?” He asked with a tease as he started to walk towards her. 

She waved to her husband. “I knew you would mess anything up, I just like watching you sometimes.” Meeting him and reaching out to take his hand the small girl smiled. “You know this store back and forth, better then anyone. So of course you’re perfect when talking to the customers.” She played with a small curl that fell from his head. “We’ve been like ships passing in the night today. How’s your day been?”

To say that Laurel was always a little uncomfortable when Lydia showed up at the tea shop but she supposed that it wasn’t fair to say it was Lydia’s fault entirely. The halfling had a habit of being pretty uncomfortable around most people. And it wasn’t as though she hadn’t been around plenty of people before whose energy would be considered dark even if the person themselves might not be. So, she didn’t chalk that one up to the woman who seemed, for the most part, completely fine. Laurel was all too aware that her perception of people was slightly skewed due to her own general discomfort with the world at large and so she never let it cause her to hold anything against people- unless they gave her reason to. Laurel was cleaning up the outside of the shop windows when she felt the other woman’s energy approaching and paused in what she was doing, turning to face her. “Time for new flyers?”

Lydia was the epitome of sunshine. She was bright and warm, made friends easily but the one person she never could fully connect with was Laural. She had stopped at the shop more then a few times posting up flyers and such but nothing gave. Sure they were friendly, talked briefly but Lydia always wondered what she was doing wrong. With a small wave and a smile the small girl nodded excitedly. “Monty and I finished redoing the craft room, so I’m starting up crafting classes again. Knitting, embroidery, the whole lot really.”  The room was in disarray before and it was their New Years Resolution to get it all nice and up and running. She walked over the girl and handed her a flyer. “In case you want to join.”

Monty had made been making his rounds through the book store, always being the one to watch the inventory and keeping track of the numbers. With the work his family did, he was always able to keep up with the things easily. Stepping down from the ladder, he had an arm full of books when he turned and noticed someone who looked a little confused. “Hi there,” The British voice called out. “Is there something I can help you with?” He asked, giving a small friendly smile. 

Tori had been here a few weeks now, started up work and moved all her things into her apartment with her sister. She was settling in, now it was just a matter of making friends and finding people to befriend, because sitting in her apartment at night with her sister was getting to be a lot. When she wasn’t asking Tori to do things for her she was either shit talking her friends that Tori didn’t know or crying. All of which were exhausting to the girl. So she decided it was time to venture out on her own. She wandered the streets. 

Tori decided she wanted to do a few touristy things today. It seemed like a fun way to get a feel for the city she was going to be calling home for a while. She scrolled through her phone in hunt of the museum of death. She looked around wishing she really did have a better sense of direction. This was now the third place she had lived and she was still shit at finding out where the hell she was. She paused as she looked up at a few of the signs. 

“Well damn,” she said chewing the inside of her cheek before looking around for someone. “Hey! Excuse me! Sorry but um….would you mind helping me figure out where the heck I’m going?” She laughed nervously. “I am trying to get to the museum of death.” @nola-starters​

Lydia had left the shop for a little to grab something to eat. She made a mental note to restock the snack pile at work as it was growing small. She rolled her eyes playfully knowing it was her husband who went through the snacks so quickly. The girl constantly had to do lists, it was the only to get through her day. She would add shopping to her to do list. Approaching the shop she noticed a young woman just stopped and looking at her phone. But people were always getting turned around, Lydia was one of them years ago.

She went inside put the things down and let Monty know their was something to eat. Moving back to the window Lydia noticed the girl was still standing there. She moved outside and was about to offer up some help when the girl asked. She smiled and nodded. “The Museum of Death. Oh gosh. You’re a little turned around. We’re on Royal St. You need to get to Dauphine St. But don’t worry you you’re almost there.”