Nov 24, 2020 7:04 am
Monday, 08/07/2023. 8:53 PM
The Copper Kettle brew pub
It has been a slow Monday evening thus far form Sprout. His usual table in the back has received only three visitors - one desperate middle manager sort seeking help with picks for the upcoming Yorkshire Oaks race, and two young ladies each seeking suitable men to marry. Since then, his only visitor has been Carl and Patrice's 19-year old daughter, Zsofia. The attractive girl always offers her best smile to Sprout, but, her parents are quite adamant in discouraging her flirtation with customers ... or, perhaps with the non-Hungarian or wealthy ones - and there are few wealthy patrons who pass through the Kettle's doors.
As Sprout is examining tonight's special, a spectacularly tantalizing bowl of Lecsó and bread, his senses come to alert. Someone important has come into the pub - someone's presence that sets off a choir somewhere deep within Sprout's Fae senses, demanding his attention. Looking up he sees Kebi Abdou stepping through the door.
Kebi's presence has always been a distraction for Sprout, and not solely because she was a beautiful and intelligent woman, but also because there was something about her presence that called out to him. To him, there was something regal about her, and there was a small part of her that always seemed to want to kneel before her. In the months he has known her Miss Abdou has never demanded any form of obedience or supplication from him. She has also never confirmed who - or what - she was. Though, every sensation in Sprout's spirit is confident that she is Fae - an important, powerful, old, or of significant lineage Fae, and not the lesser Fae that are most often seen outside the Hidden World. Whatever she might be, she is the foundation of the makeshift crew that they have hammered together. Kebi had managed to seek each of them out and forged them together to try and work together towards a common end.
Kebi pauses to speak briefly with Patrice at the front door who points back to wear Sprout sits. To Sprout's recollection, Kebi has only visited him here precisely ... once. Tonight.
She wears a black, long-sleeve button-up blouse, black slacks, and short heeled straps. A slender, silver chain with a white tear drop pearl is about her neck. In all, she looks far too well dressed for the likes of the Copper Kettle.
Kebi makes her way towards where Sprout is seated. The early drinkers at the bar pretend to stare elsewhere in the room, but their manage to note Kebi's passing until one of them nearly falls off of his stool at the bar.
Pausing at the edge of Sprout's table, she smiles warmly at him. "Might I have a seat?" she asks him.
The Copper Kettle brew pub
It has been a slow Monday evening thus far form Sprout. His usual table in the back has received only three visitors - one desperate middle manager sort seeking help with picks for the upcoming Yorkshire Oaks race, and two young ladies each seeking suitable men to marry. Since then, his only visitor has been Carl and Patrice's 19-year old daughter, Zsofia. The attractive girl always offers her best smile to Sprout, but, her parents are quite adamant in discouraging her flirtation with customers ... or, perhaps with the non-Hungarian or wealthy ones - and there are few wealthy patrons who pass through the Kettle's doors.
As Sprout is examining tonight's special, a spectacularly tantalizing bowl of Lecsó and bread, his senses come to alert. Someone important has come into the pub - someone's presence that sets off a choir somewhere deep within Sprout's Fae senses, demanding his attention. Looking up he sees Kebi Abdou stepping through the door.
Kebi's presence has always been a distraction for Sprout, and not solely because she was a beautiful and intelligent woman, but also because there was something about her presence that called out to him. To him, there was something regal about her, and there was a small part of her that always seemed to want to kneel before her. In the months he has known her Miss Abdou has never demanded any form of obedience or supplication from him. She has also never confirmed who - or what - she was. Though, every sensation in Sprout's spirit is confident that she is Fae - an important, powerful, old, or of significant lineage Fae, and not the lesser Fae that are most often seen outside the Hidden World. Whatever she might be, she is the foundation of the makeshift crew that they have hammered together. Kebi had managed to seek each of them out and forged them together to try and work together towards a common end.
Kebi pauses to speak briefly with Patrice at the front door who points back to wear Sprout sits. To Sprout's recollection, Kebi has only visited him here precisely ... once. Tonight.
She wears a black, long-sleeve button-up blouse, black slacks, and short heeled straps. A slender, silver chain with a white tear drop pearl is about her neck. In all, she looks far too well dressed for the likes of the Copper Kettle.
Kebi makes her way towards where Sprout is seated. The early drinkers at the bar pretend to stare elsewhere in the room, but their manage to note Kebi's passing until one of them nearly falls off of his stool at the bar.
Pausing at the edge of Sprout's table, she smiles warmly at him. "Might I have a seat?" she asks him.