The Ashes: Just not Cricket. [Zephyr]

Sho wha' is y' deal wi' Ishabel? I mean, y've clearly known her a whille, th' way y' speak 'bout 'er. Ye' y' say jus' one night. So tha' means y' knew her b'fore”


Zephyr’s eyes narrowed at the question before deciding that Cafas intoxication had reached the point where his alcohol levels had drowned his social filter. “There’s little enough to tell.” Especially to an indiscreet drunkard. “She ran into me a few years ago asking for some change, I obliged and she decided to follow me and help with an odd job or two.” The precise nature of said work would not be specified, Duskmoors ample reputation should be sufficient to connect the dots. Still a little misdirection never hurt. ”I don’t think she’s ever forgiven me for the posters.” Not that he’d actually had anything to do with it, no they’d simply been a happy bonus.

The elemental trailed off at that point, giving a slight shrug at Johnsons skeptical expression, at least he assumed that was what the look indicated. It could have just been the man’s concussion coming to the fore.

“I won’t say we didn’t have our disagreements, but we eventually came to an understanding and since then I’ve been trying to help her with a few issues.

Seeing that this further explanation seemed to have failed to shift the metalmancers expression one way or the other the hessian raised an eyebrow before continuing. “What? Were you expecting some sort of sordid romance? I’m afraid my life isn’t a soap opera and despite what the tabloids would have you believe neither is Isabel’s.

"I mean, y' fancy 'er. You wen' out 'f y'r way t' make sure she wasn' in trouble."

The slurred cliché was met by rolling eyes as a small sigh escaped the elementals lips. He’d have to ask Maya if Johnson moonlighted as a washerwoman in his spare time, he was certainly nosy enough. “She gets up to enough trouble when she’s sober, I was hardly going to leave her to own devices when drunk.” That was how massacres tended to start. “And while I won’t deny she’s beautiful a relationship needs more than that.” A lack of homicidal urges for one thing. Still Cafas, and by extension Maya, likely wouldn't leave the subject alone until he threw them a bone. “And in any case, neither of us are looking to make that sort of commitment.”