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The door opens, and a thin 15-year-old girl steps into the bar. In her hand is held one cinema ticket, and on her face, a look of sheer confusion.

Yup, she's one of them thar newbies.

[ ooc: ~~mun flees for food; will pick up tags when I return.~~ Back.

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Moon's skin is the colour of moonlight, soft like the beams themselves, and cool like a night breeze, but not uncomfortably so.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Eva," she says.

To give the distruaght girl something for all her scares today, Moon's touch brings forth more of Eva's creativity. A burst of talent that the girl would need when she gets to where she's going.

It would help, if fate allowed.

Eva finds herself pulling her hand reluctantly, as if turning from a cool breeze on a hot summer night. Her unease vanishes, and she grins at Moon, calmly. “And you as well,” she responds, looking every bit like the carefree fifteen year old she ought to be.

Moon's own smile is bright, her eyes only a little off.

The moon was still very full, after all.

"Where were you going, Eva?" she asks, interested in finding out about the girl.

“I was going to the cinema, in the town of Junin, where I live.”

"The cinema? Oh, what were you going to see?"

Moon loves the arts.

All of them.

"I was once a dancer. Then I was a singer. Now, I am a writer."

And lo, there is handwavy title revealing, as mun cannot be arsed to find a movie Eva could’ve seen in her day.

“Oh, I love to dance. And sing. Though I am not good with writing.”

Yay for handwavy-ness.

"I tried my hand at painting, and that didn't go as well as I would have liked." She giggles. "We all have our talents. I think I liked dancing the most."

“Why did you stop?”

A fit of giggles.

"In the end, it was just a phase."

More giggling.

Eva blinks, then grins, then giggles. “That’s what all the grown-ups say: that whatever I go through is ‘just a phase,’ that I’ll be cooking and cleaning in my mother’s boarding house in no time. Well I don’t believe them. I do want to act and I will act, someday.” She beams with pride.

"I believe you," Moon says, knowing that fate would spin for her as it does for all. "And some phases last a lifetime, don't you know? My dancing was only a blink in the time of my life, but I hope to one day find the art that truly calls to me -- like acting does for you."

She grins. “I hope so for you, as well, senorita.”

Moon stands, the wolves close at her heels.

"Okay, before I go -- which I need to do -- I will impart the wisdom upon you that was given to me on my arrival. Three rules govern this place: You do not bring violence into the bar; you do not bring past grudges into the bar; you do not run about nude or perform sexual acts in the bar. Upstairs are rooms for rent. Bar is sentient, and she is most kind. Ask her for a room key and she will set you a tab and give you a key."

Her eyes widen. No indication she’ll scream, though. She nods.

“I’ll remember that. Gracias.”

"I look forward to when we next meet, Eva," Moon says with another giggle before dashing off with the wolves, heading out to the lake.

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