[Ferran takes some time to consider how the dream had ended up being one of several, as expected, before finally getting himself into a presentable state and heading out the door. It's truly a sad day when he can't make himself be on time for something, and he's at least determined to be polite.
He arrives a few minutes before the promised hour, dressed no differently than usual, attempting to blend in with the locals in the most mundane way possible. His wings, similarly, are back in their usual form—meaning they're hidden under a cloak. He doesn't look quite as tired as Alice, but his lack of energy is obvious nonetheless.
When he spots Alice, he simply keeps his eyes on her until he's close enough for conversation.]
and so...
He arrives a few minutes before the promised hour, dressed no differently than usual, attempting to blend in with the locals in the most mundane way possible. His wings, similarly, are back in their usual form—meaning they're hidden under a cloak. He doesn't look quite as tired as Alice, but his lack of energy is obvious nonetheless.
When he spots Alice, he simply keeps his eyes on her until he's close enough for conversation.]
Hey.