The afternoon sun was quite warm on the train platform as Qatrand stood in wait. The partial shade made the usual black blazer of Yecine standards look like it was quite stifling to the other people in the area, but the swordswoman didn't think much of it at this point in her life.
'They're late.'
With just a little agitation in her heart, she reached to clutch at the handle of her sword while drawing in a deep breath. Her long blonde hair was tied up behind her neck. The sighing exhale as she dropped her hand and closed her eyes made some of the attentive people watchers gossip to each other.
A tall and strong looking young man was not a total rarity to see traveling, but the face on this one had the angles to be called handsome and even pretty. Qat didn't know the kinds of things they were thinking or talking about, but she could feel the gazes that were applying careful scrutiny.
