#wrightsideofthelaw 01

You.  Man with the stylish eyebrows.

[ Tagora held out a folder to Phoenix, it was quite full of documents. ]

Your comic sans talk really inspired me at my office, please, tell me what do you think of my absolute artistry?

Disregard the contents of the letter.  It is outdated.

——- For however many questions form in the back of Athena’s mind, there is an equal amount of a lack of answers to any of them.

It’s been a few days marking her arrival - though she’s asked many and panicked aplenty, no one person she’s met knows a whole lot more than she does on the matter. ( Many have been here for years, as desensitized to a newcomer as they are to the city itself. )

Once anxiety settles down comes tentative exploration. First within Cotes Ward, taking in the rosy blossoms and the cityscape, and eventually into the neighbouring districts.

Tall buildings and steam mark Fibonacci, an almost separate world in its presentation. She’s taken up on window-shopping where she finds such establishments, at times even going as far as peeking in through the doors -- but not as far as entering.

For one moment Athena turns around, intending on finding something else to pique her interest -- and it is only one moment necessary for her to stop and stare. Blue suit, hair like -- 

“Mr. Wright!!!”

She all but sprints, bridging the distance between them and stopping just short of a sudden adrenaline-induced hug. Athena beams, relief written across her features with tenfold the usual intensity.