It'd only been his second day in town, and yet already heads turned at the unusual sight and sound of the sleek black Harley as it tore recklessly down the main street of the square. Some perhaps up-heaved by the obscene assault on their ears of the powerful motor, a few in slight curiosity at the oddity of such a newcomer. Bound in a leather jacket, the youth parked his bike outside the town's homely bed and breakfast, Greystone Inn, where he was staying for the time being. Sliding the pitch black helmet off his head, he sat there for a moment with his eyes turned towards the darkening sky. He wasn't sure what the time was, but it never really mattered anyway. He flicked his head sideways to throw his bangs out of his vision, focusing into the distance on the gorgeous view of mountains. The helmet held nonchalantly under his arm, he made a motion to remove himself from his seat when unexpectedly the colors in the sky shifted, distracting him. Suddenly there were streams of shimmering lights dancing against the starlit canopy, illuminating the shadow of mountains. Whispers of secrets tickled his ear as he could not look away from the remarkable phenomenon, a sight he'd never seen before despite his travels. He knew he had to have had a good reason for staying here, he supposed this was validation enough.<br/><br/>Like a sigh of breath, he relieved his bike of his weight and stalked into the inn. His thoughts wandered, believing that he'd be able to once again witness those lights on the morrow. Perhaps he would even ride up into the mountains for it... His big black boots pounded against the worn wood announcing his presence to the surly looking receptionist whom he paid no mind as he headed upstairs to his room. He was used to the stares, the glares, and even the occasional look of admiration though it was rare. What use was it to dwell on those who would exit his life just as quickly as they had entered? He never stayed in one place long, and he imagined he would take his leave of this town after a few more days. After investigating the mountains a bit...<br/><br/>With a sharp snap, he shut and locked his door before heading to the chair by the window and gently placed his helmet on the table. Momentarily he gazed outside to the street where the few stragglers of the night were hurriedly heading home. He allowed himself to ponder their monotonous lives briefly before untying his heavy boots and kicking them off. Exhaling deeply through his nose, he tilted his head slightly in hopes of getting more of a view of the mountains however unfortunately his room wasn't facing that direction. He gave up as quickly as he'd attempted, a finger on his chin at the nagging feeling that he wouldn't be able to observe them again any time soon.<br/><br/>From the moment the doorknob had turned and the distinct traveler had made their entry, Gretchen's sharp eyes had followed his every movement until he was no longer within her view. Though her expression had remained for the most part emotionless in her opinion, many would describe it as 'resting bitch face'. She had to admit to herself that she was interested, purely out of resentment. They got travelers all the time, but they were most often boring people going on a boring 'vacation' or a boring 'honeymoon'. Not like this man, who gave the air of being well-traveled and of worldly intellect. Someone who had learned things, seen things. She was envious of course, and she felt no reason to hide that fact. She hadn't had the opportunity to have a conversation with him aside from when he'd booked his room, and he was difficult to approach. Put that on top of the fact she wasn't exactly friendly or sociable herself and then one may understand her plight.<br/><br/>She sighed heavily with disappointment, her opportunity lost for the evening just as the cuckoo clock on the wall alerted her that it was time for her to clock out. Finally heading home, to which she was grateful, she tossed her few belongings into her handbag and checked that things were in order before locking the doors for the night. Normally she didn't look at the sky as she was very much stuck in her mundane daily routine, but the bright shades of green frolicking in her peripheral vision forced her to look up and stop. She noticed that a few others on the block were doing the same, marveling at nature's anomaly. She conceded, it was a beautiful sight to behold especially in such a random place as her town. Not in her entire life had anything interesting happened here, a fact she was reminded of daily. And yet here it was, rivers of light igniting the sky in ethereal greens and yellows... She couldn't say how long she stood there in awe, it may as well have been a few hours or a few minutes. It all felt the same to her. As alluring as it was, she felt in her gut a darkness lingering. An omen. Like a pin drop, the thought snapped her out of her daze and she quickly hustled herself home.<br/><br/>Shivering from the night's cold, she got herself ready for bed and felt the unease lull her into restless sleep.