#hellpending

when she had asked gwynn to meet with her, it wasn't with fully honest pretenses. the magician has something she needs, but it's INFORMATION, not just goods, and that's harder to pry off someone. when gwynn finally shows up, nealie's so lost in her thoughts that she nearly drops her drink.

"fuck." a flustered smile and a bashful laugh as she catches the cup and tries to make herself composed again. "hi. sorry." great first impression.

Poor thing. Out of the DeVolay family, he's the quietest, the shyest, just all around the poorest, wettest looking member. He's tall as all hell, slender, soft brown eyes and fried bleach blonde hair, dark brown roots coming in at the part. The last time Gwynn saw him, he was in the company of his twin sister and adoptive father. Now, he's alone. Now, he's coming to her, no longer searching out an object to buy, but full of shy, nervous energy, alone, alone, alone.

@hellpending

Char glances pointedly down at the body lying at their feet, even while the void fades from her eyes as she allows the power to dissipate. She nudges it with her toe. Unconscious, probably won't get the smell of sulphur out of their pores for a while, but alive.

"Clearly," she says after a moment, before stepping delicately over the prone figure in order to take a closer look at Gwynn. "I won't ask you if you're alright then."