Heather
*It is a fairly slow day in the gardens. The stink ended a few days ago, so the crowds that had moved to the gardens slowly had left. It didnt means that the gardens were empty... Just that the crowds had departed and left Pythia in blessed peace. He sits in his customary place, against one of the walls on a small ledge big enough for two to sit comfortably facing each other, or for three to sit shoulder to shoulder. His ivory white hair and skin are eye-catching, so he tries to be out of the way as much as possible. His sitting spot is in a small tucked away corner, out of eyeshot from the rest of the gardens and providing a little bit of privacy. It isnt private, but it is better than nothing... And he needed to be outside today. Dark thoughts seemed to clog his room, and he couldnt help but wallow in them while he was there. So he retreated here, his walking stick leaning against the wall to his left as he plays with some cards. The card game had renewed his interest in the cards... Though it had also drained his will to socialize for days after... Thankfully today he had the energy to go outside, rather than just... Well sitting alone in his room or sleeping all day.*
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*He throws the cards in the air, flicking them up and trying to perfect their arcs so they land in his lap. He can see where they will go before he throws them, so if it looks like they will fly away he just stops himself from throwing them and tries again. Some may call it cheating, but it is a strategy Pythia is so used to it is almost second nature. Simple objects always only had one, or maybe rarely two paths, so it was easy to use them and he didnt have to focus his powers to do so.*

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*He wore his usual dark ensemble, clashing with his pure white skin and hair and silvery gray eyes. His shirt was black, with small pastel lines on the front that curved into different shapes... They go from hearts to flowers to all sorts of things, though the design is faded slightly from years of being worn. He is also wearing tight fitting black jeans that hug his slender stick legs.*
Carey
Tiredness wasn't a feeling Luce often dealt with. He rarely did. Sleep didn't always come easy to him sure, but it was rare he got any less than a good ten hours, never all at once. Still, his day would be peppered with cat naps and sleeps, often in his room but occasionally out in the garden or in a chair in the common room (on one memorable occasion he found his beauty sleep at the kitchen counter.

He was fairly fond of napping, so today he was certainly feeling a little out of sorts. Luce hadn't been able to sleep the night before, nor at any point yet during the day, leaving him groggy and frazzled, so it was no wonder that he'd gotten himself turned around in the gardens on the way between buildings.

"This place is a maze I'm sure of it"

The albino grumbled to his counterpart, who murred quietly. He had had the concentration to summon Hydne, but it took a little too much focus to borrow their sight, so for now, they acted more as company than an aid, though they did make a noise of warning before Lucifer could stumble over a rock in their path.

His mindless wandering was interrupted, however by the familiar snap of, what he assumed, was cards being stacked together, rhythmic and practised for certain. With more effort than usual, Luce let Hydne's sight wash over him, flickering in and out but- yep, definitely someone there. The pale features and white hair narrowed down the potential suspects for sure, he was one of (a surprising number) of albino and white-haired people at the cradle, but the dark clothes and card tricks sparked a feel of familiarity.

"Hey! Uh- it's Pythia, right? We met at the poker game- the one the other night?"

He lost his connection then with a stutter but continued in his stride unbothered, cane tapping against the ground. While he often *Did* Rely on his abilities, he'd gone long enough stretches without his vision that it was second nature to him, spending more time without it than with.
He stopped a short distance as he greeted the other, leaving a couple of metres between the two, close enough for conversation but not too presumptuous if his presence was unwelcome.
Heather
*Pythia heard the telltale sound of someone approaching, and looked up. His eyes darted over to a cloud of shadows approaching him. He looked within the shadows, trying to guess at its center but missing it by a small distance. It may not be perceptible to Hydne, but Pythia is looking about a foot to Luce's left. He doesnt exactly feel like engaging his powers just yet, the figure approached slowly but stopped before they got close to enveloping him... So he just rested backwards and looked down at his cards. As the cloud spoke, Pythia identified the voice as Lucifer, and he nodded softly.* "Y... Yes... Lucifer...?" *He asks, unsure if he got the name right but feeling like he did. The other boy was very distinctive afterall... The few times he had engaged his powers and seen him, he had stood out. He was another albino... Though they likely reached their aesthetics in different ways... Pythia didnt know how many others there were like them, since he didnt bother concentrating his powers most of the time (they gave him a headache), he knew next to nobody's faces... Only the people he had connected with. He put his hands in his lap, keeping the cards there just in case he came closer and accidentally blinded Pythia. Their powers hadnt really come up during the game, though Pythia remembered seeing a walking stick... And he thought he had heard it when Luce was approaching.*

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