Everything changes. This was especially obvious in the fall, when the changing leaves and winds brought a reminder that everything had an expiration date - except the Kindred, of course. They were eternal, unchanging and every clutching the power that they seized. This was perhaps the one thing that the Movement could agree on - that something needed to change, and this was why Josef had left the note that he did, asking that other member of the Carthian Movement to please meet him, at this particular park in the inner city, on this day, at this time.
If anyone else showed up, it was no matter - this was merely the first of many meetings, and a chance to talk, to put a face to the name, and to simply connect. There would be loads of things to do, things to say, and plans to put in motion. The revolution did not conduct itself.
Josef was sitting on a bench in plain view. He would let his beast do the work, to scout, to find that other kindred with whoom he shared a bond, an alliegance. Clad in a grey coat, casual shirt, vest and jeans, he had made an effort to not stand out - to blend in, but perhaps the fiery red hair, and the straight back of an aristocrat gave him away? Time would tell. He leaned back into the creacking bench, and watched for movement. The night was dark, but the lights of the city was not far away -and besides, their kind was born for the night.
Cadence Behr