Phaedra looked out the window and was startled to see the man again almost sprawling on the cobblestones.  What on Earth was going on with him? She watched him walk away, noticing the paper stuck to his shoe, and barely resisted reaching out with her senses to delve into his mystery, but Ari was already approaching and she turned in her seat to face the other woman with a smile.<br/><br/>“Thank you.” She took her mug and sipped it, studying the other woman over the rim.  “I love your shop, by the way.  I would be here everyday if I can-- but I can't...”  The regret was ever present.<br/><br/>She had so many questions for Ari.  What were they?  What sort of beings inhabited this quaint little shop?<br/>