@Kyrii
The twins had been wandering somewhat aimlessly around the city for about an hour now, the last remnants of the fading sunset now well and truly gone. They weren't really sure what they were doing, exactly, or where they were going, but they had decided it would behoove them to get to know their new surroundings after moving in. Rose had her memories from the last time she was here, sure, but that was over 40 years ago, and a lot can change in that time, and it's not like she got out much then anyway.
Somehow, the twins had found themselves drawn to the eye-catching neon lights of the strip. Perhaps because the day finally giving up it's dominion over the sky and allowing the moon and stars to settle in made it all that much more noticable, even in the distance. Perhaps because they were both just insatiably curious. Or perhaps because they were well and truly lost at this point and hoped that they might be able to find someone there who could direct them back towards their apartment.
Whatever the reason, Rose and Azalea were walking down a sidewalk bathed in a technicolor neon glow, staring wide-eyed at everything around them.
Of course, the masses of people, and the potent mix of desperation, restlessness, pain, and sheer ecstasy that can all be found in a place like this was a bit much for Azalea. They'd learned over the years to control their empathic abilities, but they could never truly turn them off, and all the meditation and tranquility exercises in the world weren't always enough in particularly over-saturated emotional landscapes.
It was this predicament, and the accompanying headache it inflicted upon the young elf, that saw Azalea and Rose ducking into the first restaurant they could spot. Or was it a bar? Bit of both by the looks of it.
Rose held an arm around Azalea as they clutched their head. The two of them were wearing matching outfits, as they often did, but in different colors. They both wore 3/4 sleeve crew neck t-shirts with broad horizontal stripes (dark red and black stripes for Rose, indigo and black stripes for Azalea), loose black cotton skirts that fell just below the knees, black flats, and colored leggings (matching the colored stripes on their shirts; dark red on Rose, indigo on Azalea). Rose wore a black-dyed cotton cord around her neck that had a single white feather as a pendant. Azalea had a similar necklace with a grey feather.
Also worth noting, the twins are very tall, especially for femme-bodied individuals, standing at a statuesque 6'1". Well, standing In Rose's case anyway, as Azalea was currently bent over clutching their head.
Rose patted Azalea's shoulder reassuringly.
"Better in here?"
"Yes...still very noisy, but better than out there."
The twins had been wandering somewhat aimlessly around the city for about an hour now, the last remnants of the fading sunset now well and truly gone. They weren't really sure what they were doing, exactly, or where they were going, but they had decided it would behoove them to get to know their new surroundings after moving in. Rose had her memories from the last time she was here, sure, but that was over 40 years ago, and a lot can change in that time, and it's not like she got out much then anyway.
Somehow, the twins had found themselves drawn to the eye-catching neon lights of the strip. Perhaps because the day finally giving up it's dominion over the sky and allowing the moon and stars to settle in made it all that much more noticable, even in the distance. Perhaps because they were both just insatiably curious. Or perhaps because they were well and truly lost at this point and hoped that they might be able to find someone there who could direct them back towards their apartment.
Whatever the reason, Rose and Azalea were walking down a sidewalk bathed in a technicolor neon glow, staring wide-eyed at everything around them.
Of course, the masses of people, and the potent mix of desperation, restlessness, pain, and sheer ecstasy that can all be found in a place like this was a bit much for Azalea. They'd learned over the years to control their empathic abilities, but they could never truly turn them off, and all the meditation and tranquility exercises in the world weren't always enough in particularly over-saturated emotional landscapes.
It was this predicament, and the accompanying headache it inflicted upon the young elf, that saw Azalea and Rose ducking into the first restaurant they could spot. Or was it a bar? Bit of both by the looks of it.
Rose held an arm around Azalea as they clutched their head. The two of them were wearing matching outfits, as they often did, but in different colors. They both wore 3/4 sleeve crew neck t-shirts with broad horizontal stripes (dark red and black stripes for Rose, indigo and black stripes for Azalea), loose black cotton skirts that fell just below the knees, black flats, and colored leggings (matching the colored stripes on their shirts; dark red on Rose, indigo on Azalea). Rose wore a black-dyed cotton cord around her neck that had a single white feather as a pendant. Azalea had a similar necklace with a grey feather.
Also worth noting, the twins are very tall, especially for femme-bodied individuals, standing at a statuesque 6'1". Well, standing In Rose's case anyway, as Azalea was currently bent over clutching their head.
Rose patted Azalea's shoulder reassuringly.
"Better in here?"
"Yes...still very noisy, but better than out there."
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