Who: Mab & Rhys What: Taking a walk, getting some air When: After this Where: Near Rhys's haven Rating: TBD, likely low.
It wasn't often she felt like a mother hen. Mab was almost certain those instincts had gone out the window the last time she'd lost a child. Yet here she was about to take Rhys out on a wee walk because 'daddy' had been mean to him. Or perhaps it was more that the Sheriff had a lot more on his mind than taking care of a little Tremere that wasn't of his blood. But were that the case, the responsible thing to do would be to give him to the Chantry - even if they both thought the whole thing was bullshit. Rhys just couldn't be left alone.
Still, there Mab was, waiting on a street corner. Although she had attempted a subtler look than she usually had, sporting just jeans and a t-shirt rather than one of her louder looks, she stood out. And she had been propositioned more than once by idiots passing by that thought she was a prostitute of some kind. Normally, she might have taken one of them up on it, drained him to the point of passing out, then robbing the fucker blind but now was not the time.
When she noticed a lanky figure headed her way, shoulders practically hunched around his ears, she called out to him, "Hey curly. Let's take a walk." She reached her hand out to him, yes, fully intending to hold hands while they took this walk. The more they looked like they were together the less likely at least a lone hunter might bother them.