WHO: Talia Hale and Jaime Vegas WHAT: An awkward meeting WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Downtown Madison Valley WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Talia hated shopping. She always had. It wasn't a matter of money, because the Hales had saved up way more than enough of that to see them comfortably through the next few generations. She could buy whatever she wanted. It was simply that with everything she knew about the world, spending hours throwing money at this thing and that thing seemed so...vapid and pointless. There were so many more important ways to spend one's time, so many more crucial things that needed doing.
Perhaps it was partly because she was an Alpha, and had juggled so many life and death matters in her hands. Perhaps when one had seen the things that Talia had, the world was a darker and a less light-hearted place. Perhaps she simply wasn't a woman that found pleasure in things such as that. Oh, her clothes were nice. And she was, without a doubt, beautiful. But it wasn't the beauty of fashion and style, but the beauty of confidence, strength, and that inner nobility that only an Alpha possessed.
Still, she had to eat, so shopping trips to the grocery store were a necessity. Cooking for Derek was something that she very much enjoyed doing, and it passed the time - time that had seemed quite empty since she'd arrived here and had basically been relieved of her Alpha duties.
As she headed back to the house with her two bags, she smelled something familiar - Jeremy. Only, it wasn't a direct scent, but more the scent of someone who had recently been in close contact with him. Her eyes flashed red as she tried to locate it, then saw the vapid woman she'd talked to briefly on the network the other day.
Ah ha. His mate.
Talia wasn't the kind of person who was going to fight over a man. Jeremy had made his decision clear and she held nothing against him, or the woman. She hadn't been wronged. Still, there was a little twinge of jealousy in her heart that made her feelings towards the woman...less than kind. She wouldn't express them, of course not, but looking at the woman (who seemed far more boobs than anything substantial), she inwardly rolled her eyes. Of course. Talia herself was much smaller, lither than that. It came from being a wolf. Men were men, she supposed, and Jeremy was no exception.
There was no avoiding her, and her eyes narrowed as they approached the inevitable meeting.