The Birth of the Holy City

Who: Ariadne and Connor
What: Talking about various humanoids
When: February 2
Where: The medicinal garden (Sigyn's district)
Warnings: None foreseen; will update as necessary

Even if Ariadne had admitted to not being Human, she still much preferred looking Human, when she could. It was like...like what? She tried to think of the best analogy she could come up with. Like Elves. They never wanted to be seen without their clothes. Which was funny, because Ariadne couldn't figure out what they were hiding. But yes. That was the best she could come up with. She felt naked in her own skin. And no amount of truthtelling was going to make that go away easily.

Anyway, she was concerned about Connor. He seemed vulnerable, somehow. Her announcement had unsettled him, and it wasn't because he hated Alastrians. There was more to it. And she didn't need a scent to tell her that. She figured she ought to ease him into the history lesson about her people and about her world.

Human skin was definitely the way to go.

She arrived at her garden early. Her plan had been to put out a few blankets so they could sit and talk, hopefully putting him at ease. But Ariadne could never really sit still and she saw one brush that needed pruning. Followed by another. Followed by another. So before she knew it, she was kneeling in the mud, hard at work tending to her plants, completely unaware of the fact that she'd destroyed yet another dress from the common wardrobe in the cottage.