(Shard)Art, Food and Music

[Thirteen]

The Italian accent she recognized, though she couldn't claim to identify it more precisely than that. A wry smile blossomed on her lips, "Aye, it's always good to meet someone from closer to home. Relatively speakin'. I'm enjoyin' the evening, so far. Peaceful and quiet."

Nearby, some passing mortals complained about a raven or something swooping down and stealing some of their popcorn.

"Yes, peaceful and quiet." She took a drink from her solo cup, "Nice to meet you, Sofia. Suggestions are always welcome, I think. I don't consider myself a fashion expert." The redhead looked at the scarves on display, in a variety of colors and fabrics and designs. "Usually I just try to match them to my outfits. Tonight, I just went with a bright splash of yellow since the rest of my clothes are so dark." She gestured at herself, her outfit mostly black and grey. "Makes a nice balance."

"You think I'd look good in blue?" Her attention focused on a few scarves in that shade.

[Jasper]

The giant Beast catches that tip of the Ogre's hat and he glances over, spotting someone who also looks familiar to him but he's not sure. Besides he's got the big guy to deal with.

The Beast catches that shift of town in Kray's voice and he shifts slightly on his feet. He rolls his shoulders as if trying to work some tension out of them and the motion travels down his arms, giving them a soft shake at the end of it. "Sorry, John. I've been a bit on edge lately, I guess. I haven't been sleeping all too well.. Sorry," he comments. He nods to hear that the Ogre's doing well, "Good to hear. Good to hear. I hope all the rest are doing good?"

When he's asked what happened to him, where he's been, he grunts slightly, "Been better," he'll start with a dry laugh. He opens his mouth and then glances around at the crowd and then seems to think better of it. "It's a long story that I don't really wanna go into out here... Suffice to say, Fate or God or whatever decided I needed to get screwed over even more than I already was and I got stuck in another state for a lot longer than I wanted to be." He sighs softly, partially to himself. He lowers his voice a bit so only Kray can hear him, "Got in touch with Sonnie already. Need to head up sometime to touch base with everyone and everything, but I'm here now."

[Kray]

Well the it seems his fellow giant had taken the hint quick enough and without needing it repeated. That could have been worse, and the ogre relaxes a little his scowl softening to something more neutral and he stops pulping the burger box. "Oh. Sleep troubles is it? Never a good time." And it could mean a lot more for then just a bad night for the lost. "Uh. You got a place to stay at the moment?" If not the Ogre did have a solution, for a price of course. "Uh. I don't know what your caught up and all. Plenty has happened some good some and some just well. Time passes and things change." Of course things had happened since last time he saw the spring courtier. And it was rather difficult to say it all.

Taking one his stacked burgers with his free hand the ogre takes a sizeable bite, this one has pickles and relish mixed in. Listening there is one thing he is quite sure of, you can never be entirely sure you are not being overheard in a crowd even when you whisper. Some people had hearing keener then you'd expect, or a gust of breeze could carry the words further then you want. But nothing said was so all that bad. "Huh. Sounds like rough times. Still as you say back now." And maybe to the shock of anyone that knows him he does offer the tray of burgers to Jasper. The beats had got him ice cream after all, that time he ate food that was way to spicy.

[Alessandra]

“I’ve come across a few over the years from closer to home, seems Sacramento is popular place.” Though most are passing through, and she has to wonder how Twist was doing. “I do enjoy the peaceful and quiet evenings, take them when I can get them. Find any other stalls worth checking out? I’ve only looked at some of the local artists myself.” Some were good.

Chuckling, “I’m certainly not a fashion expert by any stretch of the imagination. So take anything I say with a grain of salt. Or however that saying goes. I just usually go with whatever I think looks good. Which tends to be black.” Based off what she was currently wearing. “But I have picked up that some colors just look good on some people. Take my friend Jenn, looks amazing in green, doesn’t matter the shade, it’s like it’s made for her.” Never mind it was her Clan color. “So that blue one you’re holding just looks like it would be a nice shade for you.” A shrug, “Might also be my love for art and that I have an eye for it, colors and what work. Colors, not fashion.”

[Thirteen]

"Can't phantom why, honestly. It's not exactly a tourist attraction. Probably for the best, though. Los Angeles would annoy the hell out of me." The redhead looked about the stalls arranged up and down the street, curiously, "The jewelry has some nice pieces. I think there's a leather goods stall around here, somewhere. I was thinkin' of lookin' for a new jacket."

Violet chuckled softly, "Aye, hard to go wrong with black. Goes with everything, really. And I do like green, as a matter of fact. Your friend sounds lucky." She ran her hand over the blue scarf, giving it a critical eye. "Hmm, perhaps. Tis a nice shade." Her eyes turned back to Sofia, "Do you work with art? An eye for color sounds like a useful asset."