IX. Vampyre Ghost- iii.

The supernatural moment in time, locality, immediate surroundings and philosophies of those in the tea parlor recorded in a single glance, Prim opened his eyes. The serpentine curtains were still now and the scattering of rose petal runes set in place. High heels click-clacked. A saucer and cup of mid-afternoon heartsease was placed near his right hand. His antiquarian tastes were evident by the the leather binding of the book at his left hand. Lean and hard, for he neither smoked nor drank liquors, estimated age was impossible to guess. Enjoying that others present were whispering that his manner of casual discussion gave them the impression he had lived wherever and at whenever time and was possibly thousands of years old, Prim gave a wry smile knowing also that the server found it quite odd that no one appeared to be sitting opposite him. Reaching into his watch pocket, he provided enough gratuities for two patrons. High heels click-clacked away. He returned his attention to the brilliant game of chess. Such crude, inornate pieces are beneath the touch of an immortal. Reading the eyes and further discerning the intention of their thought, Prim reached across the chess-table and countered his first move with queen's pawn to queen's four.