Thread: Night Hunt WHO: Rafe Farrowe & James Weatherby WHEN: Sept. 18, evening WHERE: Marketplace, Rockland, Maine
Rockland was farther than Rockport, but it was a good place for a fangling to hunt unobserved. Rafe had to take precautions though because he hadn't heard anything from his contacts about if the coven of James's sire had begun searching for him. They wouldn't hear anything, likely, and maybe for a long time. But James had less than a year left in school and Rafe wanted to help the fangling. He was lost and angry, and his future was no longer so easily obtained. He would make his way in the world through connections he might still have and his own merit. It was a good thing James was an excellent student. It would make college a very real possibility instead of a distant dream now.
The market was lively. It was an evening market with a lot of people, mostly adults. There were wine sellers and evening entertainment. Folk music strummed on guitars and wailed by unsigned talent drifted over the air. It was a good area to hunt because it was busy and people were preoccupied with their own interests than each other. It wasn't a club but it provided a different sense of distraction.
Rafe wore a pair of plain jeans and a gray shirt underneath of a ribbed black sweater. He stood with his hands in his pockets and glanced about the crowd with James nearby. "I won't pretend that you haven't done this before," he said, "but I assume it was on different territory, yes?" Rafe, despite his good looks, seemed to fit in fairly well there. His hair wasn't as neatly styled and if anything. He was almost too comfortable fitting in there.