#edgarwayne

Algy had been lucky enough to escape the earthquake with some minor cuts and bruises, but a lot of others had not been so lucky. When he had heard that Edgar had been injured, he made a point to visit his friend as soon as he could. He had wanted to bring him something to cheer him up, and ended up getting some cookies from the cafe. "I wasn't sure which you'd like best, so I tried a few different ones," he said, setting the cookies down by Edgar, "I'm always a fan of shortbread cookies though, so I'd recommend that one." He indicated the cookie in question, then sat down in a nearby chair. "How are you, mate? I'm so sorry this had to happen to you."

Victoria was silently watching a group of children run from one game to another, their giggles louder to her than the nearby band. Her smile held a touch of sadness to it, her eyes glazed over as she recalled a time where she would chase after her own child--the memory of his laugh still as vibrant as ever. The children’s attention seemed to be grabbed by something else as they darted past the angel, one of them dropping one of their hard earned stuffed animals, Victoria crouching down to return the toy with a smile. “You should hold onto this more carefully.” The boy simply nodded before running to join their friends. While Victoria watched to make sure they would catch up, she was quickly distracted when she saw Edgar.

It didn’t matter how much time had passed. It didn’t matter how much he changed...a mother would recognize their child anywhere. Her breath caught in her throat as she stood, blinking several times as she thought of what to do. She had ran through their meeting so many times but now that she was here? All those well-made plans were gone. Wiping her hands on her pants, she stepped forward, trying to keep from appearing too nervous. Just...talk to him. 

“Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, but you’re...Edgar, right?” 

Hearing the male speaking Phobe kept her mouth shut for the moment. She could feel herself beginning to glare without even meaning to. The scent of a vampire hitting her hard. Still unable to get use other scents of species around her. Noticing that she had been seen the brunette shrugged before deciding to say anything. “My bad. You smell awful.”

Briana looked up when someone spoke to her but her eyes didn't focus on him. Her gaze didn't seem to focus at all. "No. No I'm fine. I'm... I'm allowed. It's not even late. I don't have to be home till 9. Vic will make sure I'm home. He's gonna stay over anyway. Daddy doesn't know that part though. Don't tell him."