It's nice to get away from people sometimes.

He maybe should have picked a better spot if he wanted absolute solitude.

"- And my dinner's gone cold, nevermind that happened because I was too busy berating staff to eat it while it was warm, clearly it's your responsibility, and this is not an easily solved problem by anyone with even a speck of Fire, this is clearly worth raising even more of a fuss about."

A red haired woman in a nice dress stalks down the nearby path, snarling to the air. She clearly hasn't noticed she's not alone. "Everything is, in fact, worth raising a fuss about, because I'm rich and I like hearing myself talk, blah blah blah complain complain complain. It's so fun to torment innocent waitresses by yelling at them for no reason, especially after groping them! I like to spread out how I torment people, it makes my waste of a life matter! No one is allowed to yell at me because for some reason people care about my patronage! I am going to sit here for an hour complaining to anyone that looks vaguely authority shaped about anything that resembles a problem, whee, I'm wasting everyone's time!"

A giggle emerges from a park bench in a shaded corner just off the path ahead of her.

The woman stops, mid-ramble.

"... Sorry, I can do this somewhere else if you'd rather, I was trying to avoid bothering anyone with this."

"No, go on, don't mind me."

"All right. Well. Someone might as well enjoy this."

She clears her throat a little threatrically, then continues, pacing while she rants. "My food was wrong, it's not salty enough, you don't cook like this other restaurant I've been to, they're clearly very superior. Why am I not there, you might ask? I couldn't really say, maybe they banned me for my personality, maybe I just wanted to unleash it on someone unsuspecting, maybe I don't even really like the restaurant and I yell at the people there just as much, but I yell at everyone equally so no one feels left out! Nevermind that I dress like I should be able to afford my own personal cook, I'm not putting on airs to seem more important than I am, what ever gave you that idea, I am such an important powerful person that I feel the need to grind everyone around me into the dirt just to prove it! Hey, you over there, you're not dressed like you're a waitress and you haven't moved an inch the entire hour I've been talking, but I'm shit at pattern recognition and you look vaguely like you might work here so come over here so I can yell at you, too! Everything is terrible and my food is cold and this is your problem! Whine!"

The woman huffs, clearly running out of things to ramble about. It looks sort of like she'd started a while ago. She then plops on the bench beside Solekaran to sulk. "I should set my brother on him, since he has such a problem with things being cold."

"Your brother?"

"He dedicated Fire on top of being born with some, because he's crazy sometimes. He's really good at burning things."

"Oh, don't tell me you're—I forget the guy's name, I just remember the part where the park was on fire all day and into the night—"

"That would be him. Yes, I'm related to the guy that's allergic to any colors that aren't black and decided to dedicate Death and Fire." Eyeroll. "Because that's a sensible thing to do."

"That sounds like it must make for an interesting life."

"Yeah, a bit. How many women can sincerely say their brother can kill someone with a glare?" she snorts. "I have yet to introduce him to anyone I've dated. Not that he would, just. 'This is my brother, who can kill you with a thought...'"

"I confess I might be slightly discouraged from dating you at that point! Slightly."

Snort. "What, the terrifying brother doesn't make me prime dating material? However will I cope."

"Date adventurous men," he advises. "Or adventurous women, if that's your game."

"Either. Adventurous men or women, got it. Thank you for your insight."

"Or very thoroughly immortal, I suppose, but there aren't many of those around," just one, in fact, "and then what would you do if you wanted your brother to glare them to death after all?"

She snorts, again. "I'll have you know that I have yet to want a single one of my exes dead! Losing the brother murder option is not likely to be a huge loss."

"Oh good! I am glad for both you and your exes!"

"Me too. My life does not need any murder in it. Besides, while theoretically my brother's smart enough to get away with murder, but I'd really rather not put him in that position."

"That's fair."

"I'd be such a terrible sister! Also a terrible person, but, you know. I do actually love my brother. I try not to be terrible to him."

"I don't know, I can think of some things somebody might do that would be worth murdering them over."

"Well. Okay, yes, but I also try not to date people that I might conceivably want to have murdered in the future."

"A sound policy if I've ever heard one."