(Human Form)
The night was growing darker, and in the back of her mind the newly named ‘Akira’ was having a bit of trouble soothing her twilight sister. The Dusk half of her soul was vying for dominance, angry that she’d dallied for so long and that she planned to stick around even longer. The only thing that could quell the beast that raged behind the bars of it’s cage was the promise that if it did not settle down, she would force Holo the Wise to separate them, and force them into two different beings. Akira knew that she would remain, essentially, the same, but her twilight self would be unable to take human form, and would be stick as whatever form Holo the Wise chose. The second half of herself finally settled down with a rumbling growl, and Akira strolled along happily beside Rowen, her hand clasping his tightly.
It was partly so she wouldn’t get distracted and wander off, and partly because she found she enjoyed the sensation of holding hands. It made her feel grounded, and more real than she’d ever felt before. It might be incredibly odd though, if anyone who couldn’t see her were to see Rowen holding a nonexistent hand and talking to a nonexistent person. Akira certainly didn’t mind, though, even as the ‘bar-tavern’ as she was now calling it in her head, came into view. “Is that it?” she asked, pointing curiously to the door of the bar where a sign hung that flashed neon in the darkness. “Will we find your Sage in there?”
Akira was glad she’d learned more about human interactions from Rowen; he’d taught her that girls kissed boys when they liked them, and she knew she already liked Sage, just on the virtue of him being Rowen’s friend. She nodded determinedly to herself; she would greet him properly, and show Rowen that she was a fast learner. Then maybe they could move on to lesson two.