Monday, June 8th - 11:47 pm - the streets of Seattle - Altair and Keid
For all anyone only watching could have been able to tell, neither of the girls noticed the limo while it was pacing them. They strolled along in perfect step with each other, and neither was watching the same thing. The girl on the right, Keid, had her head up and her eyes were roving up the street ahead of them. The girl on the left, Altair, wasn't watching where they were going so much as the people they were passing. For a moment, her eyes lingered on a young man passing them who was laughing with a group of friends and walking on crutches.
Her attention was diverted by the sound of the window rolling down, and she turned her head. Her nostrils flared slightly as she took in the scents wafting out to her. They turned together, stopping, and for all the world, every last thread of their attention was trained on the man in the limo. They were suddenly too perfectly in synch, standing straight together, with both of their heads canted just slightly to the side, with just the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of their lips.
The silent conversation that passed between them was so fast and so completely wordless that even a skilled psychic might not have caught it or understood most of it. They both saw the preditor in the man. It intrigued Altair, but made Keid want to shy away. They were new in town. But Keid had been looking for fun.
They came to an agreement between blinks of their eyes, and their smiles both grew slightly. Together, too perfectly in synch to be natural, they asked, "What can we do for you?"