In the midst of mutated salamanders that breathe fire and humans who can suddenly cast spells, humanity is struggling to survive. People and creatures alike are attempting to make homes in the world, and the inhabitants of Florence are no exception. So, where do you fall in this new world?
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Birthday Tracker Florence, Washington. Spring. February 2019. Sunny Weather.
The sun had long since gone down, and Henry was grateful. He didn't feel like carrying around his umbrella that day, and the sun always made his skin feel like it was burning. No, it was best to wait until the sun was down to go out. Luckily, all of the businesses in Florence seemed to cater to all vareties of creatures so his target building was going to be open for a while yet.
It didn't take Henry too long to reach the Quiet Traveler, his favorite bookstore in the city. They didn't have a large stock, but that was alright. He certainly hadn't read everything they had to offer. In a practiced motion, Henry pulled his long hair up into a ponytail and dusted imaginary dirt off of his sweater. He was ready to be here for a while.
Henry set off into the bookstore, but footsteps caught his ear. It wasn't often he ran into other people this late, and the curiosity from his childhood he hadn't managed to shake set in so he changed his course.
He rounded a bookshelf, not bothering to hide his curiostiy (it wasn't who he was, after all). Henry blinked widely at the sight of the woman standing there.
"Dean?" he wondered, surprise coloring his tone. He hadn't seen Dean Eir in the longest time (mostly his fault, though. He isolated himself and hid away so much). "Is that really you?"
It was her first night off in a long time, and she was bored out of her mind. She couldn't help it. She was used to spending every night from sunset 'til sunrise in the Riverbend. But now she had nothing to do at night and she needed to find something. After a long thought, she remembered the book store. She used to be a regular there when she was younger, always eager to get her hands on the next book. She never noticed how much she missed it until now.
She'd found her way over there not too long after that, just taking her time browsing the books. It'd been quite a while since she'd last been here, and nearly none of the books looked familiar anymore. It was amazing. Her wings fluttered behind her curiously as she looked over a particular section, barely hearing the other person step up next to her.
She turned and stared in surprise when she heard the familiar voice, a surprised laugh bubbling up from inside her chest.
"Henry!" She greeted, "Yeah, it's me. Obviously. I haven't aged that much, have I?" She teased. It had been nearly 10 years at this point since they'd last seen each other. How time flew. She could barely believe it'd been that long.
"How've you been, man? Anything exciting at all?" She asked, leaning against the heavy wooden shelf, happy to spend time talking to an old friend. "I always wondered what happened to you. You'd think we didn't even live in the same town anymore." She laughed. Honestly she hadn't seen many of her high school friends since...well, high school. It was nice to see an old, familiar face.
Henry swept his gaze over Dean, taking her in as she spoke, asking if she'd aged. Compared to him? Well, he wasn't going to say that. Henry didn't want to be selfish. She'd grown, at least. He couldn't exactly reconcile the grown woman before him with the trouble making teenager from high school. The teal hair suited her now, he thought.
"Yeah, it's me. Obviously. I haven't aged that much, have I?"
"You look good," Henry complimented her sincerely. She did. He'd always thought she looked good, but now... She was definitely a catch. "Your life seems to suit you, hm?" He didn't actually know what she did these days, seeing as he mostly kept to his own devices. He even worked from home! The only time he actually went into the Florence Sunrise's headquarters was to drop off each day's completed column. The letters were delivered to his apartment by an intern. So it really was safe to say Henry had no idea what Dean did, but it did suit her.
"How've you been, man? Anything exciting at all?"
He tilted his head to the side at her questions. Right. Because of his reclusivity, he didn't... Talk to people. "Nothing too exciting with me, I'm afraid," he deadpanned. The last seven years were just a very long, frustrating adjustment period after all. Henry smiled and though he tried to make it friendly, it just lacked a certain warmth.
"I always wondered what happened to you. You'd think we didn't even live in the same town anymore."
"That is entirely my fault," he agreed. "I don't... Like to leave the house." If only because the sun burned him these days and he didn't care for nightlife. "And you, Dean? What have you been up to lately?"
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