SOARING into FLIGHT [ qn]

[jaymes]

Jaymes walked along one of the fancy tree-house paths as his birds soared above. This had become one of his new favorite cities and he was definitely thinking of getting a vacation home here for some time away from the Jayviary. He loved how he could feel like a free spirit and bring nature into his life-style by living in the trees. His Pokemon seemed to love it, too. Jay looked around trying to find a suitable walkway to get the local tavern for some food.

It was across the way and so he had to take a long route to get there, stopping a couple of times to talk to people, with his main goal being to fill that growling stomach of his. Jay finally got there and as he approached the door, a lady came up behind him so being the polite gentleman that he was he obligingly held the door open for her. "Evening miss," said the bird-keeper with a nod of his head.

[qn]

Hunger was gnawing at her stomach, but she daren't admit anything that could suggest a weakness. Instead, she held her head high and looked around the town she'd found herself in. She had come in search of small work [but nothing dirty] and yet all she could do was look around. She was low on money that she'd set aside for herself, the rest was for her pokemon's care. However, just as Nietzsche had said whenever long ago it had been, “Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes." Thus, following that pain that was growing inside her body, she headed for a nearby building --- from the inside of which a sweet aroma of food was flooding out of.

Something about it had screamed a restaurant of sorts, and with her hand around her measly coins, she headed towards that building. She seemed to be crossing the threshold behind a blonde man, but then he stepped aside to let her pass through first. First she looked up at the man in astonishment, but then her eyes returned to normal and she simply walked through as if it were perfectly normal for gentlemen to surround her.

"Ah-- Thank you." It was the most appropriate response for his gesture. "Good evening, Sir".

[jaymes]

Zynli felt that he was doing a polite gesture by opening the door for Ciara and gave a nod of the head as she entered. "Miss, why don't you sit with me?" He offered pulling out a chair at the table he seemed to occupy maybe once a day. The city was small and so he often came here as it was the only place with decent food and it closed at midnight and opened at five making it suitable for every meal. Zynli then took a seat at the table himself as the water came up and he ordered the usual for himself and then she waited to take Ciara's order.

[qn]

Glancing up towards his face to determine his real intent, Ciara submitted to his request, however, what kind of gentleman was he that he would invite her to a meal without offering her a chair? Hurt --- but not deeply, she drew her own chair back and allowed herself to consider the menu.

She glanced across the table, mentally counting the coins in her pocket. She had enough for ... well, a salad because she simply could not afford any of the meat products. Ciara didn't mind too much though, because she lived quite simply when she traveled.

She smiled towards the waitress, "Salad please." But inside, she was bitter once again because that waitress had asked the boy for his order first. Wasn't it common knowledge that you always start with the ladies? Her temper hadn't been at its best the last day or so, and it seemed that with her hunger, it hadn't improved.

She'd left her Mianshao to scourge for food on her own, and she was more than capable of finding a few edible [safe] leaves, so Ciara put that out of her mind. At least her pokemon would be fine.

"So," she said, glancing up as she straightened out the napkin that she'd lain over her legs, "What brings you here?"

[jaymes]

Leaning back in his chair, he smiled across the table at Ciara. He was in good spirits, ready to celebrate the successful day that was winding down. "I'll have the grilled chicken with mashed potatoes," Jay told the waiter ordering one of his favorites. "And a bottle of red wine to share." He hoped the girl across from him drank as he had a knack for fine wine and this place had just that. So what if she looked a little young, that didn't stop him when he was her age. "I'm here for my birds, they love this city and so I often make week long escapes here from my home in Unova."