#wave:nora

location: nora’s residence

It’s mid-morning by the time Oliver shows up on Nora’s doorstep. He hadn’t expected anything to be difficult to find for this batch of ingredients, but the normal seller for the poppies was running low and he’d had to find a secondary source.

As a result, he was grumpy and shifting from foot to foot as he knocked a random pattern into the door. Only a few seconds passed before he huffed and tapped again. The moment the door opened he burst into a rant that had clearly been simmering a long time.

location: outside the Devil’s Cradle

The memorial seemed to be in full swing by the time Ollie arrived at the Cradle. He couldn’t find it in himself to care much, still mulling over the conversation he had en route. He’d just turned the corner, sounds of conversation beckoning him onward, when he ran into someone. His hands came up just before the collision, palms and fingers flat to slim shoulders as a little warning bell went off in the back of his mind. There was a familiar feeling to the person even before his thoughts were collected enough to recognize her. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what she’s doing before he realized she moved into him - coming away from the event?

Outwardly she looked just fine, maybe her smile a bit wider than he’d seen before. The true sign that she’d been partaking in the locations libations is the ringing static of her magic buzzing in his ear. He patted her shoulder as he took a half-step back. “My apologies, Nora. You’re leaving early - not your scene of choice? Or am I walking into something that I should also leave quickly?” The building itself wasn’t intimidating per se, and the noises within didn’t seem unhappy, but appearances are deceiving in these circles and a warning is always good.