( unfortunately, not encountering the undead folk is not on louis' schedule. fortunately — it's a bit more familiar than he might've been expecting.
the person he calls out to is not claudia, but as an effect of his voice, he calls her anyway — his familiar accent, the strewn together words. the very louis nature of seeking something so comparatively mundane, in a market of creatures not at all dissimilar from them. claudia, skipping steps full of a childish youth she decidedly no longer has, saunters up behind him, placing her little hand in the bend of his elbow. when he turns to her, she smiles, small and subdued. like her happiness to see him is a secret thing, meant or the two of them alone. )
I know the way. Come along.
( she tries to reach out to him mentally, to say i'm happy to see you, but her powers are still dulled. her inner voice feels dull and empty in the space of her own mind — sometimes, she really does like having louis in there with her. )
nocwich, marketplace
the person he calls out to is not claudia, but as an effect of his voice, he calls her anyway — his familiar accent, the strewn together words. the very louis nature of seeking something so comparatively mundane, in a market of creatures not at all dissimilar from them. claudia, skipping steps full of a childish youth she decidedly no longer has, saunters up behind him, placing her little hand in the bend of his elbow. when he turns to her, she smiles, small and subdued. like her happiness to see him is a secret thing, meant or the two of them alone. )
I know the way. Come along.
( she tries to reach out to him mentally, to say i'm happy to see you, but her powers are still dulled. her inner voice feels dull and empty in the space of her own mind — sometimes, she really does like having louis in there with her. )