[hr][center][h3][b][u][Templar Tower - 52nd Floor - Castle on the Clouds][/u][/b][/h3][/center][hr]

Castle on the Clouds. Possibly the finest diner in the tower. Dawn sat on an enormous balcony protruding from the side of the tower at a table with a yellow umbrella. A dome of transparent-aluminum encircled the vista, perfectly visually corrected so as not to distort the view. Her table was centered on a circular marble dais connected to a winding path which led back towards the restaurant interior. Surrounding the marble was more transparent-aluminum, giving the illusion of a marble rampart sitting in the sea of clouds below.

Her own, personal Mt. Olympus... Insomuch as a restaurant table could be personal at least.

Dawn's golden eyes gazed out at the dappled orange and gold clouds as the sun was just beginning to crest them. She delicately poured cream into her steaming cup, circling the edges, a little shimmy, and finally slice through the middle. Dawn frowned. 

OK, so she was bad at this, and it just looked like a cloud of light brown coffee with too much cream. [i]Hmph[/i]! The server had made it look so easy when she'd ordered her first cup. When nobody was looking, she dipped one of her nails into the liquid and with a jolt of mana, the cream separated and formed into a stylized sun surrounded by a laurel wreath.

She snapped a picture with a smirk. [i]#FirstTry.[/i]

Why here? Right now? This instant, as she was ignoring an "urgent" text from Ares? Dawn was a "Precognitive." She knew things before they happened... in a sense. It was a fickle thing: not so much visions or even precise instructions just... like a strong gut feeling that something would go her way if she did a certain thing.

It had its limits... She couldn't [i]will[/i] it to happen, for one, which was incredibly inconvenient at times. The subject of the premonition had to be directly connected to her in some way, and... leaning in to her epithet "Averter of Evil" generally her premonitions had to do with her safety... or the safety of someone close to her.

Iridescence glimmered across her golden eyes, and she picked up her phone just as it chirped.

[center][color=fdc68a][i]Felix: Hey, don’t scream! Also good morning![/i][/color][/center]

[b][color=#f7e286]"Speak of the Devil,"[/color][/b] she muttered, sipping her coffee and laying her phone down gently.

Dawn scooted her seat over a few feet to her left, taking a moment to smooth out her blouse and skirt, and straighten her hair before she held her arm out to the side with her fingers splayed wide. Moments later Felix appeared in a shower of candlelight sparks, chest pressed against her hand. She maintained contact just long enough to renew the exclusion seal she'd put on him the day previous, and then gestured to the other seat at her table.

[b][color=#f7e286]"Sit,"[/color][/b] she smiled, sipping her coffee and then crossing her legs. A glass of ice water was waiting for him, with a small saucer of lemon wedges and a bottle of pomegranate juice. Judging by the condensation on the glass, it couldn't have been served more than a few minutes previous. [b][color=#f7e286]"I'm supposed to be in the CEO's office right now,"[/color][/b] she chirped. Her phone vibrated, as if on queue: another text message from "[i]Corpo Asshole.[/i]"

[b][color=#f7e286]"Wanna know why I'm [i]not[/i] there? A [i]little bird[/i] told me you'd be trying something dumb,"[/color][/b] she explained without waiting for a response, and then just raised an eyebrow at him over the rim of her cup.