17435/Late Night Fires

Late Night Fires
Date of Scene:	16 March 2024
Location:	Ren Faire
Synopsis:	Isra returns to the faire and finds Wray deep in his thoughts.
Cast of Characters:	Isra Kosimar, Wray Aleifrson

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Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra had a very...eventful evening. But those plans had ended quite early and she found herself back out in Renn Faire territory. It's very late in the evening and most are in bed or off at parties. The woman was trying not to think of things...but her mind kept going back to one thing in particular. She'd at least thrown on some garb in case she came across anyone on her walk.

The fire that is near her brothers tent causes her to head that way. Maybe he was still awake...or maybe that delightful Smith was up? She could talk to him for a bit. She thought she was being stealthy, but Wray probably feels that WEIRD feeling before Isra can even get to the firelight...

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
He didn't really need to sleep - Asgardian blessing. When he did try, those nightmares always came in to disrupt any rest he'd earned. Tonight, Wray was still up. He had a beer in hand, listening to the festivities of the Faire folk. Drum circles. Laughter. All the happy sounds to help ease the night into something better after a long day of work.

As that weird feeling crept up again, he canted his head to the side. He doesn't turn to her, but does call out. "You don't have to creep up - you're welcome to join me at the fire, Isra." A slight grin on his face.

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra was about to say something, but he notices her and she looks around, then back towards the fire. "You have an uncanny way of knowing who it is." she states as she comes closer. She finds a seat at the fire and there is a smile to him, "You look like you are having a peaceful evening." she tells him. "I stopped by the demonstration today, but didn't want to interrupt after." she adds.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
Well, yes - but he doesn't know why. "You have a nice perfume." He offers. How he would have scented it over the fire, who knows? "It's odd, after the sun goes down. Many of the people here celebrate, party - enjoy the night to themselves. I like listening to it, but feel outside of it." A slight shrug. "I have more beer, if you'd like?" Wray offers.

A grin. "I saw you at the show, yes. What did you think?"

Isra Kosimar has posed:
She did have some pretty perfume on given the outfit she was wearing earlier. "I mean, we're only here for a little while. Some people want to enjoy themselves." she points out to him. Then there is a frown, "Do you not go to parties and things?" she asks. "Maybe it's anxiety? I get that sometimes." she whispers to him. Then she looks up to the stars, "Probably late enough that I can have a beer." she dips her head to that.

"You really know your stuff. It's very...well...it's amazing really." she offers with a blush.

Wray Aleifrson has posed:
A beer is handed over - it's a craft lager, good stuff. "They should enjoy themselves, of course." He rumbles. "And yes, just a short time on the planet." He raises his beer to the stars. "I've seen many friends move on to the next life, and whatever that may hold for them." Wray comments, after a sip. "Anxiety, for certain. Nightmares."

A wider smile as she mentions her thoughts on the demonstration. "I've had a lot of practice. It helps me keep centered."

Isra Kosimar has posed:
Isra takes the offered beer and there is a dip of her head to him. She removes the hood from her cloak and snuggles into her seat. Apparently in for the long haul. "Were you military?" she asks him quietly. "I don't want to bring up bad memories, so don't answer if you don't want to." she adds.

"Oh did you apprentice to someone? Some of the techniques are..ancient." she states as she takes a sip of beer.