February 14th, 1891 - The Augurey Beak Cafe
He'd been doing an art project from his perch at the side of the bar during the meeting, which let out early, because presumably some people had better things to do than talk about injustice all afternoon. Not Kieran, who was feeling decidedly un-romanced, and was dealing with it with the project in question.
Roses were scattered across the table, he'd come with a bundle of them; Kieran spent the meeting cutting the flowers from the stems and threading them together on a gold-colored string, swearing anytime a thorn on one of the stems caught his hand. He kept having to reach over the flowers to get to his drink, and things were sort of messy. (He was, probably, lucky that the Augurey staff were as tolerant of him as they were.)
Eventually, he ran out of flowers, and tied off the string at the end. Now he had - an awkward loop of roses. What was the point of this, again?
Their friends were starting to file out of the cafe. Kieran stood up, finished his beer in two quick gulps, and waved to stop Jude from leaving with them.
"Here," Kieran said; he thrust out the chain of roses with one hand. "Put this on."
Jude Wright Elias Grimstone
Roses were scattered across the table, he'd come with a bundle of them; Kieran spent the meeting cutting the flowers from the stems and threading them together on a gold-colored string, swearing anytime a thorn on one of the stems caught his hand. He kept having to reach over the flowers to get to his drink, and things were sort of messy. (He was, probably, lucky that the Augurey staff were as tolerant of him as they were.)
Eventually, he ran out of flowers, and tied off the string at the end. Now he had - an awkward loop of roses. What was the point of this, again?
Their friends were starting to file out of the cafe. Kieran stood up, finished his beer in two quick gulps, and waved to stop Jude from leaving with them.
"Here," Kieran said; he thrust out the chain of roses with one hand. "Put this on."