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Adam Rahim, the man like Birdsong, was entertained.

By the sunset, by the sounds of the children playing in the street, by his tea - by most anything he had to hand, he was entertained; though it occurred to him that entertain might actually be the wrong word, as he did not find these things amusing exactly - it's more that they made him happy. A calm kind of happy. Content.

Yes. That's the word. Content.

Adam Rahim, the man with a songbird's heart, was contented.

Gently, with a slight smile, he raised his tea glass to his lips and drank. The tea was not his - he was staying with a friend he'd made in Sando, another healer who had a practice in the city centre and a house with a spare room - but the honey he'd added was. Amara sat across from him at the table on her terrace, observing her friend and guest as he sat and drank tea in relative silence, only opening his eyes occasionally to check the score in the football game taking place in the street below them.

[color=lavender][b]"They’re still losing, Adam.”[/b][/color] The fae spoke with her eyebrow cocked. She was an elegant, but practical and occasionally stern, woman - and she did not normally brook nonsense; a rule to which Adam was an exception.

[color=darkturquoise][b]”I know.”[/b][/color] He said, smiling and raising his glass back to his lips, tipping the hot cavemint and honey back into his mouth as he closed his eyes again. [color=darkturquoise][b]”But I’m not watching to see who wins. I’m watching to enjoy seeing them play.”[/b][/color]

She found his sentimentality charming, if occasionally frustrating. Normally the men she spent her time with enjoyed looking at [i]her[/i], not at street kids tackling eachother, and at imaginary sunsets - which was what Adam usually did.

He would sit back, drink her tea, and picture a sunset in his mind. Sometimes she asked him which sunset it was, and somehow he always had a different answer. He made up for this kind of non-presence with his sense of humour, and by helping her in her practice whenever he was in the city.

And by keeping her company.

He was a warm kind of person to be around. It had been thirty years since the last one of his kind had been quite like that, for her - not long enough to be a lifetime for her people, but long enough that the last man had managed to die of old age.

[color=darkturquoise][b]”Are you enjoying yourself, Amara?”[/b][/color]

She thought about that for a while. The answer was yes, but she didn’t always know why, with Adam. 

One of the things she had learnt from his kind, however, was that the Why does not always matter.

[color=lavender][b]”I am, Adam.”[/b][/color]

[color=darkturquoise][b]”I’m very happy to hear that. I have a feeling that more work will be coming soon, my friend. When I come back I will see if I can bring some wine, if you like?”[/b][/color] He almost-hummed, opening his eyes to meet hers again, his stubbly face smiling.

She grinned and nodded.

He was a fun drunk.

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E f f e c t s : 
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W i t h :
Amara Glas (NPC)[/sup][/center]