I've forgotten how it felt before...
The air is frigid and a gust blows in with the northern wind that makes her duck deeper into her scarf. Winter was never a favorite season for her, preferring the feeling of the sun kissing her skin and the heat melting her bones, but it was a simple fact of life. Time seemed to slip by faster and faster so it would only be a matter of time before spring was once more present. The streets are not as busy as during the warmer months, everyone preferring to find indoor activities to occupy their time or merely struck by the overwhelming urge to sleep as the cold tended to do to people. The thought came and stayed in her mind for the idea to create a new potion, one that induces more energy, pops into her head. Why had she not done so before? The warmer months had not made her think of such a need for she hardly ever grew tired and morose but there were plenty of people that did.
All this happens within a few moments after her knock, feeling a sense of excitement at her new idea and an itch to see it through. While she does not hear him heading towards the door, it is not long before the massive door is pulled open and she spies Daerios. His surprised smirk is met with a wry smile of her own as she obediently enters, eager to get out of the cold and into the warmth of the house. She turns to face him now, no longer cringing in on herself but rubbing the warmth back into her hands and offers him an appropriately apologetic look.
"No, you haven't forgotten anything. I was out and was hoping it would be a good time to speak with you about how my potions are selling. I apologize for my unannounced arrival," she says smoothly, smiling once more. It would be well within his rights to kick her out and demand that she make an appointment yet Sorcha had never gotten the feel that such behavior was typical of Daerios. While rich and aged, he did not seem the overly haughty type.
"Plus I had some other ideas that I'd like to share and in truth, I just wanted to get out for a bit." A faint blush burns on her cheeks for it might seem a bit forward for her to admit to such a thing, especially since she had showed up on his doorstep. She had no friends, not really, and the closest thing was this partnership and that of the Ark. Today, at least, she did not fancy being aboard a ship and out in the cold - the Were's didn't feel it nearly as much as she did, their bodies seemingly running at hotter temperatures, along with their moods.
For a moment she feels the urge to blather on, feeling distinctly uncomfortable for once in her life. Such situations were rare for her. Sorcha was of a keen mind and intellect and usually quite skilled at steering conversation, but for now she presses her lips closed and waits.
the world fell at our feet