"Darker Than Black"
Ale'Epherium
65 Frost, 121
It had been months since Finn's incident had put Arry in the presence of the minstrel's mysterious Mesmer mentor, Lyra. Prior to the strange surge that had advanced his powers leaps and bounds overnight, Finn had served as Arry's guide and teacher in the Craft of Mesmer. Now Finn freely admitted he was out of his depth, and Arry's thoughts drifted again and again to Lyra. In his brief time in her company, the young Hytori had received a bit of a strange, impromptu education in aspects of his gift of which he hadn't been aware. Ale'Epherium
65 Frost, 121
As the weeks wore on and the weather waxed wintery, his thoughts drew him to Ale'Epherium until his body followed suit. Leaving from work, it wasn't terribly far. The shoppe, like the theatre, was located in the Plaza of Jeweled Arches. He might have visited much earlier, if not for his nerves, but they caused him to procrastinate. Eventually his curiosity surmounted his anxiety enough to set his feet on the path and by mid-afternoon he'd arrived.
Stepping inside, he regarded the front room in a way he hadn't during his first, panicked visit. His mind and energies had been devoted to Finn and his betterment on that fateful day, so he hadn't taken the time nor made the effort to inspect his surroundings beyond the basic spatial awareness required to avoid walking into stationary objects. He'd have remembered the back room with greater clarity, as he'd spent more time there and been set to a few tasks that sent him about that area.
He regarded the woman at the counter and thought he remembered her as the one who greeted them when they'd brought Finn inside.
"Hello..." He addressed her sheepishly, "I wondered if Lady Lyra might be available? My name is Arvalyn, I am Finn's, um... Well, Finn is my beloved. The human minstrel?" He offered for clarity, in case there were other Finns frequenting the venue.