#convo:luna

Bread, his mother had always loved a fresh loaf and he wanted to give her something that would make her smile. She’d been so worried since he’d returned home from the blood moon, injured and bloodied. He still hadn’t told her he’d killed a man, in so many words. Merely that he’d ‘done what was necessary to protect himself and others’ just as she’d taught him. Hoping some baked goods would help cheer her up, Chou had walked up to the counter in the bakery, unable to help but take a deep breath of the appealing smell. He looked up and tilted his head, unblinking eyes clocking the woman opposite, Luna... From the Greyson manner.

“Hello,” he said evenly, nodding his head, “You seem well recovered, Ms Luna.” Chou commented, as though she’d been down with a cold and the two of then hadn’t made a near-death escape from Clave members.

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Bryce just finished his shift when Melanie arrived, done with the commissions she had to deliver. So as she said goodbyes, the civilian was about to change out of the evening gown to a more modest business dress when she heard the bell chime automatically making her stop then turn and smile politely. “Welcome to Kore, how I may help you today?”

When Gawaine stumbled out of the veil, he was landed in quite a strange place indeed. The middle of a street, and everyone around him was in robes. Like the Druids his mother often brought him around. And there were broomsticks and tall pointy hats, and the tall man let out a laugh of disbelief, turning in a small circle, taking in everything. Where in the world was he? 

He looked down at himself; still dressed in the bloodied chainmail and tunic from his last battle, and sword at his side. He definitely stuck out like a sore thumb. Now, Gawaine was definitely shocked by the cultural change, but he was good at adaptation. The man took it in stride, and started to explore. And the more he did, the more he was amazed. People with wands, and shops with cauldrons. He couldn't help but grin, considering this is what the Christian priests depicted the Goddess' worshipers  as; witches. 

After about an hour, Gawaine approached a blonde young girl, clearing his throat slightly. "Excuse me, m'lady. Could you perhaps tell me where I am?" he asked, almost sheepishly. "I've stumbled upon this place, and I'm afraid I've lost my way." Was this all the "modern world" was? Flying objects, and magic lights? If so, Gawaine couldn't have come to a better time. "And could you tell me how to get one of those..." he waved his hand slightly in the movement he saw one of the men using.

Though the priestess' he was with gave him a small course on the modern English, not all the words had translated to his memory, and he chuckled softly.