Zevira Messina (pink_tourmaline) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-02-07 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | cole, hunter, shizuka, zevira |
Saturday 9/22/07
Who: Cole, Hunter, Shizuka, Zevira
When: All day long
Where: Boston center
What: New friends take a trip into the city
This was amazing. Breath-takingly so. Driving into the city had been magical enough for Zevira. Pink eyes looked in awe at the tall buildings and bridges, most of the highway newly built. The ports were beautiful, the water dark and crisp in the cool September day. Birds flew by, mostly ducks or goose, and the hundreds of cars on the road going North or South were distracting to the Gemman. This was magical, and that was only the drive.
When they had climbed out of the car, the pink haired youth got her first smell of city and smog, dirt, grime, and stale gas. It was something she accepted and would forever remember that scent as "Boston." Sighing, she finally slipped off of the backseat and let her sneakered feet touch the old pavement of the parking garage. There was no one around, not that she could see, but camera's lurked everywhere in Boston. As she got down her fingers adjusted the pale purple scarf of silk around her face until she looked like a young woman from India with only her eyes visible above the bridge of her nose where the scarf stopped.
Flipping up her hood, to hold the scarf in place, she checked her covering in the reflection of the car window. Her forehead was concealed as best possible, the tip of the gem not really noticeable unless you were seriously looking for it. Most people were not and, it seemed, pink eyes could come in the form of contacts. While regular bystanders might take a second glance at her, they had no reason to stare. Her hair was hidden, too.
Zevira looked ready for a winter come early.
Walking with the rest of her group toward the Market Place, she stopped to watch performers out front of Fanual Hall. They had a mat laid down, perhaps 12'x12', with speakers set up by a table on the far side. They danced and did strange tricks that made her smile behind her scarf like a child. Really, Shizuka had not been thinking when she invited Ziva along. There was no way she was going to be able to keep up with her friends if she had to stop and look at everything. But she had never, not once, been into a city. She rarely had left her house unless she absolutely had to. This was all very new and exciting. However, when it dawned on her that she was probably holding the trip up, though the dancers were absolutely stunning, she turned and sighed.
"I'm sorry."