A Nautical Tour
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birthright_rpgJulianna liked the water.
In London, she used to walk down by the Thames, even in the dead of winter when the weather was frigid. It was not frigid in Nevada, even though October was more than half over, but it was only in the upper seventies today, which made it pleasant. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue. She had a room booked for the rest of the weekend so she could work on a paper. It wasn't precisely the same thing as visiting the countryside, but it was quieter than the city and the rates were reasonable. It might even be a good place for a tryst.
The day's outing had been planned by the teaching staff at UNLV, and Julianna had decided to go after some deliberation. It might be easier for her to socialize on the deck of a boat than at an event at the school where she was tacitly expected to be in costume. So far, she'd succeeded in making idle conversation, even without a drink in her hand.
The Watcher drifted away from the knot of people she'd been conversing with, stepped towards the helm of the boat. In the summer, the temperatures would soar again. She would walk down by the water's edge when the sun went down, once everyone else was gone. It would remind her vaguely of home.
In London, she used to walk down by the Thames, even in the dead of winter when the weather was frigid. It was not frigid in Nevada, even though October was more than half over, but it was only in the upper seventies today, which made it pleasant. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue. She had a room booked for the rest of the weekend so she could work on a paper. It wasn't precisely the same thing as visiting the countryside, but it was quieter than the city and the rates were reasonable. It might even be a good place for a tryst.
The day's outing had been planned by the teaching staff at UNLV, and Julianna had decided to go after some deliberation. It might be easier for her to socialize on the deck of a boat than at an event at the school where she was tacitly expected to be in costume. So far, she'd succeeded in making idle conversation, even without a drink in her hand.
The Watcher drifted away from the knot of people she'd been conversing with, stepped towards the helm of the boat. In the summer, the temperatures would soar again. She would walk down by the water's edge when the sun went down, once everyone else was gone. It would remind her vaguely of home.
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on 2013-10-22 11:50 am (UTC)"Cian," he returned, shaking her hand.
"Y' should think o' headin' over to Lake Tahoe. Good skifields there, and plenty of snow come Christmas time.
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on 2013-10-23 05:53 am (UTC)"I just might do that," Julianna said when she'd taken her hand back. "I'll have some off time from classes when Christmastime comes, and I'll be ready for it my then. I love teaching, but everyone needs a break now and then."
It seemed as if the outing were about to come to an end, and the Watcher decided to leave the Irishman to his duties and not get in his way. She would have to remember to bring a light sweater down to the shoreline for her walk.
"It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cian," she said with a smile. "Hopefully next time there'll be a bar so you can get a drink after ferrying the fuddy-duddies from the university back and forth."
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on 2013-10-23 06:13 am (UTC)Sylvia had noticed the conversation ending and quickly grabbed his plate of food out of the fridge, walking across the large open cabin to put it within his reach, along with a can of soda.
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on 2013-10-23 06:22 am (UTC)