Ba Baa Black... Goat?

[Jersey]

A goat. “How did a goat get into the Asylum?” It was the first of Jersey’s thoughts as she logged off her phone and tucked it away into her pocket. Enver was a bit strange - or at least, that’s how she viewed the man. They hadn’t quite gotten along, but Jersey liked how he treated Keara and Peter, and it was because of that, and her own bit of curiosity, that she stepped onto the Wickbridge transit and headed towards Westwall. “Hopefully he isn’t just seeing something.” She gave a shake of her head, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears as she reached up to grasp the railing lightly.

The evening at work had been long so far, a few unruly individuals giving her a bit of issue - arguing with her that the price was incorrect only to be shown otherwise had really just been the only piece the truly bothered the blonde. Adjusting her jacket lightly, Jersey hummed softly to herself and listened to the soft music being played by a woman at the far end of the car with a flute. As she saw the instrument, it only caused her heart to sink a bit lower in her chest and she straightened up. “Maybe I’ll be able to get some advice, too.” She thought softly, biting down on her bottom lip.

It took about twenty minutes for the transit to come to a stop at Westwall and Jersey slipped off with the crowd, deciding to head through the park. “If there’s anyone different enough and not involved, it’s definitely Enver.” She muttered under her breath, lifting a gloved hand to rub at the back of her neck. A few times, the blonde almost slipped on a hidden patch of ice, causing her to express a squeak or a sharp gasp until she was settled, her green eyes narrowing in frustration. “I hate winter sometimes.” Carefully stepping off the slick path and into the snow, she continued on her way.

“Ba bah black sheep have you any wool?” A soft grin danced across her lips, the rhyme something that she briefly remembered in her head, although it had nothing to do with the situation. She didn’t even think there were any songs about goats - although she’d learned about the screaming one thanks to youtube. The noise itself had given her a headache without needing to be played fully.

Once she reached the Asylum and made her way into the attic, Jersey called out, “Enver?” in a curious tone, folding her jacket over her arm, “Are you still up here?”

[Enver Marshall II]

He hadn't really found a goat in the attic-but things had been so quiet lately in the Vedarian area, that Enver wanted to see if he could start something. Even a single response and maybe blow it to out of control proportional means. But, only Jersey replied, and Enver wasn't her biggest fan. He didn't know the whole story-and he tried to stay out of it by saying nothing, but something went down with her and Peter and the guy was a right loon last time Enver saw him. He didn't want to do anything, didn't want to leave-that was probably the real underlying reason. Peter didn't want to leave the asylum and Keara adored Peter. He understood those reasons, but it didn't make Enver any less jealous over the way his wife fawned over Peter.

Speaking of his wife-where was she? No, he had seen her. She wasn't exactly missing-but she had pretty much uttered two or three sentences to him in the last two weeks and said just about nothing to anyone on the Vedarian Crownet for at least a month now. Sure, Enver wasn't a fan of the Crownet, being tied to the Crow and all, but that guy was long gone now and so that Admin guy was running it now. Some hot shot wanna be, but so long as it wasn't the Crow guy-Enver didn't care who was doing what.

So, Enver was content on letting Jersey think he was nuts, while he waited for his wife to post something...only, she didn't. She wasn't doing anything...Was she spending time with her ghostly sire side-kick? Peter? She had to be doing something and Enver wanted to know what that something was and was about to text her when he heard Jersey's voice. It had been a while, but since Enver mostly stayed to himself, minus Keara and Lorde, he knew who was who when he heard their voices on the rare occasion.

Sitting on the circular stool near his workbench, Enver slowly slid the phone into a desk drawer at the top left corner and thought of doing a runner. Really, he didn't want to hear about Jersey and Peter problems. He had a strong of bad luck until his wife-but maybe now with her jackass wraith of a sire sniffing around...maybe that bad luck has returned. The very thought had Enver gritting his teeth, so loud that Jersey probably heard them clenching together, which made it impossible for the old Allurist to get out of dodge without being heard and potentially seen.

Enver sighed in resignation and then stood, placing both hands on his legs before doing that. "Over here, Jersey." Enver stated as he started progressing towards the elevator. "What's up? Where's Peter?" He knew they were back together-or were they? It was hard to tell with some of these younger ones that kept to themselves more and more these nights.