We meet over Coffee...
As Bathsheba ap Scathach enters the cafe, she neatens her headwrap, silver jewellery chinking at her wrists, and looks around. She's a very tall Afro-Caribbean woman dressed in elegant but expensive clothes--a purple suit, evidently tailored, with an orange ethnic print silk shirt underneath. Although she is 43, she looks like she's in her mid-30s. To fae eyes, her suit is layered with lightweight armour plates adorned with ornate symbols. She wears trousers for mobility, which are padded at the shins and ankles. Meanwhile, her eyes are magnificent flashing brown, like the bottoms of bronze pans, a clear marker of her fae heritage which peeks through into her mortal seeming.
As she spots the boggan, she nods, recognising age before beauty, and then nods, too, at Annabelle. Opting to keep to herself for now, she heads to the counter. 'Do you make Turkish coffee?' she asks. 'Last time I was here, the girl recommended I try it and it was great.' She smiles at the server, aiming for a warm but authoritative demeanour, which is her preferred way of dealing with mortals.
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