07-25-2013, 06:41 PM
Aria shook her head. "I'm okay." Aria removed her hand from her head. She didn't want to have someone with too much sympathy emoting everything they were feeling right next to her. "Line 3, dark blue." She wrote the snippet in the margins of another page. Writing things down helped her remember the important details. And this was rather important, Aria only hoped that the sub system trains were less clogged with people than other cities. It was a small hope.
Aria glanced down at the table she had ran into hoping nothing got broke. Aria could feel the bruise forming on her thighs were she ran into it. The table was a table, but the artwork on it caught her eye. She glanced at the two ladies and would have pulled down her shirt sleeve if she had one to cover the tattoo of her own version of the serpent biting its own tail. It wasn't anything special, her father had insisted she get the same he had and his father before him and his father and the whole legacy. Which was rather odd since he never claimed her as family. What interest did they have in the ouroboros?
"Interesting sketch. Nice lines." She wasn't really interested in the art itself more to the why they were crafting that image in particular. Was one of them Atharim? That could be bad very bad. Word gets back to her father that she got distracted and Aria bet she was on the first bus back to Vatican City to be locked in the enclaves for the rest of her life studying books and not actually getting to kill the things that go bump in the night. Aria frowned, she hoped that they weren't part of the Atharim, she didn't want to give up the job.
Aria glanced down at the table she had ran into hoping nothing got broke. Aria could feel the bruise forming on her thighs were she ran into it. The table was a table, but the artwork on it caught her eye. She glanced at the two ladies and would have pulled down her shirt sleeve if she had one to cover the tattoo of her own version of the serpent biting its own tail. It wasn't anything special, her father had insisted she get the same he had and his father before him and his father and the whole legacy. Which was rather odd since he never claimed her as family. What interest did they have in the ouroboros?
"Interesting sketch. Nice lines." She wasn't really interested in the art itself more to the why they were crafting that image in particular. Was one of them Atharim? That could be bad very bad. Word gets back to her father that she got distracted and Aria bet she was on the first bus back to Vatican City to be locked in the enclaves for the rest of her life studying books and not actually getting to kill the things that go bump in the night. Aria frowned, she hoped that they weren't part of the Atharim, she didn't want to give up the job.