Vaeltia was pacing in the foyer to the Circle. Back and forth on the clean stone floor between the two stair cases, on one side the main doors of the former church and on the other the larger doors into what had been the sanctuary. She was waiting for the two Arrows who were new to the city.
She was dressed in black slacks and a black short sleeved button up shirt -- they were half away from uniform, but comfortable. She pulled her cell phone out again and checked over the message.
It was just the waiting, and the pacing, and the waiting. Hopefully these two would work out.