Who: Conor & Valerie What: This place has too many vampires, ffs When: May 22, early evening Where: In/around the Ice Garden, then possibly elsewhere Warnings: Likely not much?
Once they'd landed in Massachusetts, Conor had gone for a long walk. Both to get the lay of the land, and to clear his head. Cass was gone, off to check on Bri's mother, and while he understood that, he couldn't help the surge of loneliness that ebbed and flowed throughout his days. Still. He'd managed before Cass, and now he'd solider on without him. That was the plan, at least.
He was in the Garden now, stringing delicate shapes of ice together, mostly for something to keep his hands and mind busy. It wasn't as though the place required even more decoration, but Conor needed something to do, or he'd just start pacing. Oighear was stalking the Garden, still getting used to his new home. Conor was mostly content to let the cat do as he pleased, and he knew that once he headed home, the cat would be only a step behind him.
He heard a meow from one corner, and looked up in time to see a grey shape slip out of the tent. He shrugged. He was reasonably sure he'd be fine, and if something did happen to him, well...they'd quickly learn that the neutral face he gave the world could be discarded very quickly.