STANZA 2
Old situations,
New complications,
Nothing portentous or polite;
Tragedy tomorrow,
Comedy tonight!
Something convulsive,
Something repulsive,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Something aesthetic,
Something frenetic,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Nothing with gods, nothing with fate;
Weighty affairs will just have to wait!
She'd only really skimmed the flimsi before setting off, but she'd at least seen where she was supposed to meet this new client. Breezing through customs, Cerie made her way into Jovan proper, allowing herself an air of nonchalance as she walked.
Past milling groups of beings, she fairly breezed her way into one of the more scenic atriums towards the center of the station. Topiaries, flowering shrubs, and even a few white-barked Kaai'amarra trees from Fey'Dann in ornate pottery that almost looked as though they'd come from ancient Cizeri temples. Banners hung high above, with emblems of the Alliance, the Pride, and a few other governments that had come to reside on Jovan in the hopes of coming together in peace. Or at least the best approximation of peace that they could negotiate. Tables dotted the landscape here and there, as well as a few sets of sofas and chairs for more comfortable relaxation.
The blonde moved by a male Cizerack who was studiously tending to one of the Kaai'amarra trees, pruning small bits off and placing the trimmings in a synth-hide back at his side. He was so engrossed in his task that he completely ignored her.
One of the only other things she had remembered after her less-than-quick lookover of the flimsi was that the client would be smartly dressed and waiting at one of the viewing windows that overlooked the lower portion of Spire 1.
It didn't take long to spot him, and Cerie kept her gait smooth and steady as she approached.
And then it dawned on her... in her rush to bring herself out of her self-pity, she'd completely missed exactly what it was the client was wanting.
It was that sudden thought that drew her up, and she slowed to a stop, still a good fifteen feet away from him.
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