[@Almalthia]


[Center] [hr][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1322245d-52b5-45b8-bb92-874eff759c71.jpg[/img][hr][hr]
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[h3]Api meets Lily[/h3][hr][/center]

It had been an interesting past two days even if it was familiar in many ways but that was how things worked out. He was alone in the company of many the Huldufólk in this far away place. It is strangely comforting even if he still feels the chill of solitude, the breathless air of solitude; it is his place.

Because of his condition he pulled out a pen and an old [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/00d923ff-f574-4053-a270-9a2308f0727c.jpg]Journal[/url] his uncle had given to him and began to write his right hand touching a silver [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/42b73203-f7b8-4e91-b677-dc7e87b2d6d4.jpg]amulet[/url] dedicated to Freyja he’d had since his 15th birthday.

He writes in small but precise strokes of a pen that was made for the captain of a ship washed ashore in 1926 after a storm. It is yet another quandary that is Api, he likes old tools and treasure them.

Api writes new rules in his journal
27 - Some people are so violent they lose track of their humanity and should be thought of as beasts on two legs - rabid beasts.
28 - Uncle was right about trying to figure out women, along that path lies madness; men and women are as different as dogs and cats

Then as he’s concentrates on writing he’s surprised by a voice, a girl’s voice.

[color=cadetblue] “Good morning. I’m Lily. Would you like a cup of tea? I just made a pot.”[/color]

She had dark brown hair and green eyes and was perhaps 85 maybe 95 pounds, maybe shorter than he and her tone was gentle for an American.

[color=gold]”Ja, that would be nice”[/color] he said closing his pen then pulling the blotter cloth from his journal’s inside pocket