<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a4/b4/1e/a4b41e36e10afcf72a7c0b00facd35b7.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Avery Voss (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15274024#msg15274024)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th...early.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>On the train to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>This  (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/73/90/b3/7390b3bba926bf0f8ebc785775231632.jpg)and these. (https://di2ponv0v5otw.cloudfront.net/posts/2019/11/16/5dd0c79879df27347ecb377b/m_5dd0c7d9fe19c74ae7406224.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Just a taste...  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z67vTcIiUrM&list=RDMMHUgwM1Ky228&index=2)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Meeting Jack and heading to Dellban.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Jack<br/><hr/><br/>At least one past romantic interested had told her she was "a lot", and while she was reasonably certain he hadn't meant it as a compliment it had never deterred her from continuing to be "a lot"...much to her father's chagrin. As an Historian he kept fond company with the likes of silence and dusty old books. More than a few of his grey hairs came courtesy of Avery's demonstrative and lively nature.<br/><br/>Which brought her to present where she was unabashedly chatting up Jack as though they were pals.<br/><br/>Maybe so far as Avery was concerned, they were.<br/><br/><em>"So you're saying you've mastered your pole-handling technique..." </em><br/><br/>Her affable smile broadened to outright cheeky. Again, not taking herself (nor him) too seriously she took a modest bite of oatmeal then flipped the spoon upside down and cleaned it in a playful, almost affectionate mimic of his method.<br/><br/><em>"I'm very witty." </em><br/><br/>Carefully tucking the spoon back into place with the cup she offered it back to him.<br/><br/><em>"I also sing." </em><br/><br/>Because vocalist seemed too formal, and musician seemed like she was trying too hard. Contrary to what it must seem she did consider some of the things she said before she said them.<br/><br/><em>"And you're an excellent sharer, I'm suitably impressed." </em><br/><br/>Sharing was a thing for her. It said a lot about a person whether they did so easily, and he seemed to have no qualms about it whatsoever which was a significant mark in his favor. Right next to his smile again...and his hair...and now that subtle way he motioned with his chin.