the woes of OMNIPOTENCY~ | Quill | Request

[Fate]

What was so great about humans was their complete lack of skill in noticing absolutely everything. For all the humans were aware of, today was a perfectly normal day of a completely normal summer in a completely normal coffee shop in completely normal New Orleans (or, at least as normal as New Orleans, Louisiana could be). However, what the humans didn't know was that there was someone among them who was far from anything that could be considered normal. Indeed, one young woman, currently engaged in sitting at a corner table while spinning a tea cup, was incredibly not-normal.

She had quite a few names. In fact, she'd had a vast amount of names through the ages. Gamblers tended to call her Lady Luck; the ancient Greeks split her into three separate entities, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. However, throughout every civilization, she was called Fate. And, for the moment, she was so terribly bored. Within her tea cup, the liquid substance was in constant shift. One moment, it was coffee, the next it was hot chocolate. Bringing the cup to her mouth, she took a sip of whatever it happened to be at that given moment as her eyes scanned the crowd.

She let out a sigh as her gaze swept to the clock hanging from the wall. Before her appeared a plate of beignets and she delicately grasped one and began snacking. As she did so, she started scratching ticks into the tabletop, counting off the minutes. She was late. Fate knew that she would be late and had expected as much. However, she also knew that she, herself, would arrive on-time and be left here to wait for what would feel like an eternity. Unfortunately, she had decided to do just that and now her "friend" was over half an hour late and the minutes were passing fast. Taking a sip of hot chocolate and another beignet, she looked down to find thirty marks scratched into the table. One hour.

[Quilly]

The ignorance of Humans was a sort of blessing for the Elven girl that was quickly making her way towards said coffee shop. It was easier for her to be labeled as "the weird sheep girl that wore fake Elf ears all the time." Though she tended to try to hide them anyways due to her social anxiety. She hated being the center of attention--it made her feel uncomfortable.

The brunette didn't understand why Fate had to choose this god awful place out of everywhere in America. Most of the voodoo stuff found in the city gave her the willies. But her stupid "friend" insisted that they meet there.

It just made their hate-friendship even worse on Quilly's end when Fate made her travel all over the goddamn Earth to meet up for a bloody cup of tea!

Her face was a bit red due to partly being out of shape and partly running the entire way to the coffee shop. She panted a bit as she approached the table Fate was sitting at.

"I'm here, I'm here," Quilly said, sounding like she was out of breath.

She quickly slid into the chair opposite from the female and eyed the food and drink. She shook her head.

"You couldn't have picked a nicer place to have tea? We could have gone to Disney World."