[Locked to MacCready] On the Having of Nice Things

[st_abby]

Though the sun had only sunk for the day by the time that Vax'ildan got it in his head to have supper, there was still lingering heat that proved the summer months had begun. Vex had been making eyes at Percy earlier, so her brother let them be and saw to his own feeding. The buildings here had cooling devices (no, really, cooled air), but it was pleasant enough yet, even in full black leather armor, to eat outdoors once the worst glare of the day had passed. Or if you were a rogue with a whole bird motif going on, you could take your meal up onto the rooftops.

That's how it was that Vax had come to be sitting perched at the edge of the rooftop on the main building, dangling a leg off the side with another tucked under him, working his way thoughtfully through half of a sandwich Ignis had put out of the kitchen for the usual hopeless scavengers. He washed down his first bites with a swallow of cold bottled ale, watching as the daylight waned, the shine visibly coming off of the brightness of the world stretched out around him. The blue and purple and first blacks of the evening began to fold widely around the Inn and its people, gathering them gently into its cloak, and Vax found himself sighing quietly. Not at anything. It was just... This was nice.