Tuesday, 4 November 1800 10:33 p.m.
Geneva by Night
Ben and Seldes emerged from the tailor shop laden with packages.
"That was so much fun!" Ben gushed. "But it got so late! Now we don't have time to go buy new shoes."
"Well, maybe of we go early tomorrow night we can get some before we leave." Seldes suggested. Of course, when he said 'we' he actually just meant Ben. None of these clothes were for him either. Fashions were meant to worn by people who stood straight up regularly. Seldes could do it, but his back killed him if the mask wasn't up. But it had been fun watching the Toreador get so excited over such little things.
"We should probably go back now; all the shops are closed." Ben sighed. His friend nodded in agreement, and they turned towards the tall smokestacks of the factory. Ben couldn't wait to get back and try all these new things on. He wondered what they would look like in different combinations....
"Ben, look out!" Seldes jerked his friend backwards, sending a couple of packages flying.
"AAH!" Ben screamed, both at the surprise and at his things falling. Luckily, they didn't open when they hit the ground. He jerked his head up and saw the horse that had almost run him over skid to a halt then turn back to them.
"Carleigh?!" Seldes and Ben exclaimed in unison as the rider's face came into view.
"Seldes, Ben! Both of you, get back to the factory, NOW." the Ventrue called, sounding half-panicked.
"We were going there anyway...."
"Carleigh, what happened?" Seldes demanded.
"I'll explain after I find the others! Just GO!" she yelled, before spurring her horse rather violently and taking off down another side street.
Both boys stood there in stunned silence.
"Well," Ben finally said. "At least she came herself."