Eva sat in the small café building nursing a hot chocolate. It had been weeks since she’d fled from Paris, arriving in this small town on a completely different continent. She hoped she had taken enough of a circuitous route to lose any record of her travels to any who sought to find her. She craved peace… and the space to try and figure out the things which were puzzling and scaring her.
She looked out of the café window and watched the few people sitting at the outside tables. Inspired to go in search of fresh air, she picked up her notebook and pen, and went to find a free table to sit at. It was too busy in the café, and she decided that sitting outside she had more chance to make sure nobody could see the contents of her book. Placing her drink on the table, she opened the ancient, leather-bound notebook and started to scrutinise the scrawled handwriting and hand-drawn illustrations. The book was precious to her, but as little sense as the contents made to her at the present, she knew it would confuse anyone else who might glance at it. It was one of a series of small journals which had been written by her Great Grandfather, and told horrific tales of war… and of beasts.
She had taken the books from her Father’s library years ago. She had no idea if he was aware she had them, but she had guarded them safely as a link to her past. Truth be told, the illustrations interested her. An artists herself, she was pleased to see she shared something of the talents of previous generations of the Howard family. Until one fateful night in Paris, the notebooks had seemed nothing more than the ramblings of a thwarted story-teller. Now, she re-read them over and over with new insight, but still failed to find much sense, or help in them.
Shaking her head, she closed the book and wound the strap of leather back around it to fasten it closed. She slipped it safely into the confines of her bag, and leaned back to finish the last of her drink before it cooled completely.
She sighed… she had indeed found a place of calm, a small town where very little happened. Each and every day since she had arrived she had come to the café beside the train station. She knew the waitress enough now to exchange a few pleasantries, but was pleased that it hadn’t even got as far as asking names. She was simply accepted as a visitor… one of those nomadic souls who got off the train and spent a few days before leaving again.
The town now bored her. It was true that she had had time to read her journals, but in truth she needed something to spark her mind. She read the words over and over, and still nothing made sense. She was determined and defiant enough to refuse to speak to her parents about anything which had happened in Paris. She had been brought up to be independent, and nothing would change that.
Her thoughts were invaded by voices at the station. She looked up and saw a tall man speaking with an attendant. Her heart swelled at the warm sound of the Scottish lilt to his accent, something which belonged… a touch of home. It was clear that his travel plans were not going the way he wanted, and she couldn’t help but let a small smile play at the corners of her lips as she watched him stride purposefully over to the café, and place his bag on the floor not far from her. Perhaps this town had something to offer of interest after all! She looked up at the
man and offered him a smile.
Eva wears LOGO… lots of it. Haha. http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Eventide%20Far%20East/177/116/33 The head is Willow, shown with Naomi skin. Her eyes are the LOGO crystal ones, and excitingly she’s wearing the new ombre lip glosses, which are exclusive to the new eBENTO event: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/EBENTO/128/128/22
Hair is from Magika, and her jacket/ top from Swear at Lapointe and Bastchild.
The picture was taken at Creative Cafe: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sinica/131/75/80 which really is by the SL railroad… always good for a ride and explore!