Monday: 11/05/07
Who: Fenrir and Sydni When: Evening, after the 8 P.M. Yoga session What: Fenrir Needs Sydni's help Where: Sydni's apartment
Fenrir wasn't sure of things now. He had been at the time of the full moon. Then things had slowly gone downhill. First Heather had kicked his ass, then he had gotten that note which had lead to a vision that rocked the very foundation of his world. He wasn't sure how to go about things now, but he did now what he had set out to talk with Sydni about. So that's what he would do. Talk to Sydni about trying to win Heather's favor.
He had gone back to his apartment to shower after the yoga session, not wanting to smell of strenuous activity. It was what he would expect someone to do for him if the situation were reversed, and it made him less threatening if he went dressed in decent clothes as opposed to his usual muscle shirt and shorts.
Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and jeans, he felt slightly uncomfortable, but he knocked at Sydni's door anyways. He was still slightly bruised from his encounter with Heather, and his manner was clearly different then what had been before. He didn't hold himself as high. And there was something different in his eyes. Not the cold and predatory calculation that normally nested in his gaze, but a different sort of something was there. A different sort of thinking.