Amortentia Dolorosa

(Continued from: Fresh Air)

Andrya quickened her step when she realized that she was already late to meet the others. She had spent too much time trying to come up with an idea of where they could go. Of course, she hadn't found anything.
She finally arrived in front of the gallery.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she said to Alin.

She quickly glanced around for a sign of Denathaniel. "It looks like it is only the two of us?"

Alin was swaying as he stood in front of his own gallery, thankfully closed for now. No grubby little fingers attempting to grab at his precious artwork while he had his back turned. It was due in great part to this lovely little reprieve that Alin managed to look much more relaxed and healthy. There was nothing bothering him at that point at time, not even Andrya and Denathaniel being late. Well, no big deal, right?

Alin looked up when he heard someone approaching and gave a wave to Andrya, smiling. "Oh, it is all right. I was quite enjoying the quiet that accompanies not having hoards of children and adults lacking manners around my paintings. But I suppose it is the both of us." Alin shrugged his shoulders. "I have not seen Denathaniel yet. How sad too. I do enjoy his company."

Which was quite obvious to anyone who even cared to glance at the two when they were in the same room.

"Anyway, have you some idea where we are going?"

"Truthfully, I haven't really taken the time to explore since I came here. There's not really anywhere I know well."

She had seen some places, you can't help but take in names of establishments if you glance around you while walking down the street, but she hadn't bothered to even pass the door to see if it was somewhere she might spend time at someday.

Alin nodded and rubbed at his chin. "I understand... then are both in quite the predicament. If we were in Romania, I could be of much assistance. However, I am afraid that is not the case here."

He did not just go flouncing about London whenever he had the time. He often times just walked out the door, down a block or two, then sat down and began sketching. "London is not a city I know well. I have not been here too terribly long and I do no often just decide to go on walks."