Sophia had no idea where Nina was, or had been for the last few days. Busy she supposed after all she was now the acting auspex of the caste that alone being a very busy job, one sephr had left open where he went off somewhere that no one seemed privileged enough too actually know. Phalanx she was sure knew what was going on, though she also doubted he would share too much of his friends whereabouts. It was one thing she couldnt say she really had, any close friends. She had enough to go out with and get drunk, have a laugh and bring someone home at the end of the night then kicking them out a few hours later so that none of the caste got on her case for causing too much trouble and disturb the children. Lucia, Ares and Ashkan. Though most the men she brought home were pretty good and never seemed cause much fuss when she had too get them out, probably because they came back with her half expecting that was what would happen.
The blonde avian doubted there would be any great love for her in the clubs and pubs, no secret male waiting too come and rush her off her feet and for the most part that was how she liked it. Being young, free and single. Able too do what she wanted, when she wanted. The idea of a mate had never interested her which she supposed many would have found strange seeing as that was supposed to all come down too instinct at the end of the day, wasnt it? Whatever it was supposed too be at the end of the day she had little to no interest in mates or children of her own. That was best left too someone else, after all she had her clubs, her job and her life that was all the avian knew she needed at the moment, she was young after all. However she had no idea where these thoughts were coming from though placed it down to simply a boring day in the parlour where she seemed too be the only one that was bothering too come too work and no one seemed too want too come this far into the ghetto for a tattoo, not that she could blame them. After all it wasnt the nicest area too be around, though she lived in it and grew used too the place like she did the heights.
Sitting on the window ceil she looked out through the pane of glass that looked as though it would crack under the slightest touch of a finger, which was not the case as Sophia proved by running one finger down the pane of class vertically, seeing a faint outline of where her finger had travelled. Blue eyes watching the world slowly move past her outside, the occasional person zooming by on a motorcycle, or walk past quickly hands shoved in there pockets and heads down looking as though they were either up to something or trying too avoid getting involved with something that was going too happen out of the streets. Nothing good ever really happened in the ghetto. Sad but true, which was normally why none of the richer, more cleaner people of Baltimore very rarely wandered down too this corner of the city, and if they did it was always by mistake normally tourists who were given the wrong direction, or were just to nosey for there own good. But at that moment she wondered why she was even bother thinking it over whilst sitting on the window ceil and waiting for someone of the caste too come along or someone who fancied a tattoo, either would keep her occupied for the moment.
The blonde avian doubted there would be any great love for her in the clubs and pubs, no secret male waiting too come and rush her off her feet and for the most part that was how she liked it. Being young, free and single. Able too do what she wanted, when she wanted. The idea of a mate had never interested her which she supposed many would have found strange seeing as that was supposed to all come down too instinct at the end of the day, wasnt it? Whatever it was supposed too be at the end of the day she had little to no interest in mates or children of her own. That was best left too someone else, after all she had her clubs, her job and her life that was all the avian knew she needed at the moment, she was young after all. However she had no idea where these thoughts were coming from though placed it down to simply a boring day in the parlour where she seemed too be the only one that was bothering too come too work and no one seemed too want too come this far into the ghetto for a tattoo, not that she could blame them. After all it wasnt the nicest area too be around, though she lived in it and grew used too the place like she did the heights.
Sitting on the window ceil she looked out through the pane of glass that looked as though it would crack under the slightest touch of a finger, which was not the case as Sophia proved by running one finger down the pane of class vertically, seeing a faint outline of where her finger had travelled. Blue eyes watching the world slowly move past her outside, the occasional person zooming by on a motorcycle, or walk past quickly hands shoved in there pockets and heads down looking as though they were either up to something or trying too avoid getting involved with something that was going too happen out of the streets. Nothing good ever really happened in the ghetto. Sad but true, which was normally why none of the richer, more cleaner people of Baltimore very rarely wandered down too this corner of the city, and if they did it was always by mistake normally tourists who were given the wrong direction, or were just to nosey for there own good. But at that moment she wondered why she was even bother thinking it over whilst sitting on the window ceil and waiting for someone of the caste too come along or someone who fancied a tattoo, either would keep her occupied for the moment.
