Well, my heart beats like a drum, guitar string to the strum Who: Isaiah and Winifred Where: the Court When: early evening
Now that the Court was open again, it seemed like everyone was returning to their normal lives. Or trying to. Winifred was glad that the cops were wrapping up the on-scene part of their investigation, and quite frankly, even though they were not largely out in force at the Court anymore, it was still a little unnerving. To think that a...snake thing had been living in the same building? Well, it really wasn't too far-fetched when she thought about the handful of people she'd already met who were supernaturals. Either way, she honestly didn't want to think about any of that, despite how her thoughts generally wandered there no matter what she did. Perhaps this evening would be just the right kind of distraction for her. 'Speaking of evening, you look nice.' Lorcan ruffled his feathers from his perch in the living room as Winifred walked out of her bedroom. She'd spent a good deal of time getting ready, and it felt strange. She was not the girly type. Or, at least she didn't normally spend any amount of time getting dressed. Tugging on her necklace, Winifred ducked her head a bit, smiling. "You don't think its a bit much?" She even twirled in a circle, making the hem of her sundress billow out a bit before floating back down. 'Not at all, you look lovely! Isaiah's quite the lucky falcon.' Walking over, Winifred reached up so she could stroke the feathers of her familiar's chest. "The window's open in my bedroom in case you need to hunt." Smirking, Winifred winked at Lorcan. "But don't wait up, I'm not sure when I'll be back." After all, Winifred had never had a date night, much less a date night in. 'Have a lovely evening, then.'
The fact that Isaiah lived just down the hall was a convenience that Winifred greatly appreciated, especially since she'd spent so much time making sure she looked just right. Her boots made quite a bit of noise on the landing as she walked over, clearly announcing her presence even before she knocked. Pausing in front of his door, Winifred took a breath, feeling that familiar stirring of butterfly wings in her stomach. She rapped lightly on Isaiah's door, biting her lower lip while she waited for him to answer.