Never The Same

“Hi. I’m Tim.” While he had been sure coming over here was the right thing to do, he should have better rehearsed what he was going to say.

She just laughed and motioned to a seat across her. “Hello Tim. I’m Rachel.”

Tim almost smacked himself that she would even know the language. Luckily for him, she did. He was passable in a few languages but Thelon wasn’t one of them. He hadn’t ever seen the need.

Tim sat as gracefully as he could, now conscious of his body again. The eternal moment had passed, though he still had it. The potion masked his looks, not his physical issues.

Tim and Rachel spoke for a long while, alone in the room. Patrons came and went, business was conducted. Tim almost accidentally flattened a mouse druid during one story he was telling Rachel.