Outfit sans sunglasses
It had been a little over two months since the incident in the archives. Dune had managed to take about a week off of work before she got stir-crazy and decided it was time to start seeing what this curse was all about. To put it lightly, it was slow going, but it was going, and that was all she could hope for.
That said, being back in the office had the added benefit of putting her among friends and coworkers. Although she didn't want to go into the details of her trauma, socializing was a balm for a terminal extrovert. Today, she'd stayed late enough that it was early evening and Aldane was in, taking reports and getting ready for the evening shift. As they caught up, the undying cleverly set them on a path around the office that Dune didn't realize was heading toward the foyer until he grinned and urged her to go find dinner if she was going to hang around.
Thus pushed out of the office, Dune pulled out her phone, about to see if she could find a restaurant she hadn't yet been to in the area. However, before she could, she spotted a familiar figure, notable for his red hair. It was always a surprise to see someone she knew from before her retirement, but Easthaven was a port city. Plenty of people came through its streets.
“Hey!” she called without hesitation, grinning as she ambled toward him. The woman opened one arm, her left cradled in a black sling, leaving one jacket sleeve empty. “What're you doin' here, Markus? Causing trouble?”
It had been a little over two months since the incident in the archives. Dune had managed to take about a week off of work before she got stir-crazy and decided it was time to start seeing what this curse was all about. To put it lightly, it was slow going, but it was going, and that was all she could hope for.
That said, being back in the office had the added benefit of putting her among friends and coworkers. Although she didn't want to go into the details of her trauma, socializing was a balm for a terminal extrovert. Today, she'd stayed late enough that it was early evening and Aldane was in, taking reports and getting ready for the evening shift. As they caught up, the undying cleverly set them on a path around the office that Dune didn't realize was heading toward the foyer until he grinned and urged her to go find dinner if she was going to hang around.
Thus pushed out of the office, Dune pulled out her phone, about to see if she could find a restaurant she hadn't yet been to in the area. However, before she could, she spotted a familiar figure, notable for his red hair. It was always a surprise to see someone she knew from before her retirement, but Easthaven was a port city. Plenty of people came through its streets.
“Hey!” she called without hesitation, grinning as she ambled toward him. The woman opened one arm, her left cradled in a black sling, leaving one jacket sleeve empty. “What're you doin' here, Markus? Causing trouble?”