dominique weasley (sunshiniq) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2015-08-09 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | dominique weasley, rabastan lestrange |
Who: Dominique Weasley & Rabastan Lestrange
When: August 7, night
Where: Murky Waters
What: Dominique's just arrived, and Rabastan's offered to buy her a drink.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, TBD.
It was only after Dominique had spent an entire day beneath the sun, exploring the sand and the surf that Dominique eventually ventured back towards the huts. It probably would have been wise to explore a bit of the village and she had when she'd first arrived, but the sea had always called to her and it had been so long since she had been able to enjoy the water. This place was truly something to marvel at and marvel she did. From the moment she'd arrived she'd looked about herself in wonder, taking in the sights in amazement before pressing forward to see what she could learn about her surroundings. After she'd discovered the beach though, she'd lost herself to the water. It was certainly unlike any other day she'd experienced before and once the sun had set, she'd slipped her shoes and shirt back on and headed back to the small town.
The pub was relatively easy to find, Rabastan however was less so. Once she had slipped through the door, she tried to figure out which one of the individuals lined up at the bar might be him but his description of himself wasn't exactly detailed. Dressed in the light linen shirt and pair of thin linen trousers she usually wore to training, as well as the work boots she had been wearing when pulled here, she approached the bar and tried to figure out if any of the men looked particularly like a Rabastan. Trying to hazard a guess, she ventured over to the figure near the end of the bar who was sitting alone. He had dark hair and was hunched over a glass. Gently reaching out, she tapped his shoulder and smiled warmly, voice somewhat expectant as she asked. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you might happen to be Rabastan?" she asked, only now just realizing her hair was probably still messy from her time spent out doors and still damp and slightly tangled (as much as it could be with the dreads in it) from the sea water. Her face had gained more freckles from her time in the sun.