[Shenandoah]

Titus watched her rush out and frowned at the now empty table and the waitress shaking her head in the girl's wake before turning his sour expression onto Daemon. Daemon still had a jovial expression on his face. Where Titus was at times like wildfire or a back draft, Daemon was like that cheery fire in the hearth that everyone gathered around.

They finished their meal not too long later, paid for their tab, and left the diner.

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((Time skip, as they don't have a lot of interaction yet, and this makes it more 'real'.))

It was about a week later and Titus had spent all the morning working on his fire techniques. He was getting better and better with forming different shapes and whatnot. Of course, it left him more lathered than a horse after a race and he chose to get a shower. His grandmother, a demanding master of fire, had worked him over thoroughly before saying he could have the rest of the day off.

He left his grandmother's estate, caught a bus to town, and went to the public library. It was one of his favorite sanctuaries. He could sit back, relax, and listen to his music while reading a book of his choice. And there were always a lot of interesting books to read.

It was a hidden, and usually unknown and therefore undiscussed hobby of his. Not many of his family realized that the temperamental young man chose a very quiet place to cool down. Most of his family assumed he'd go bully people. Not even Daemon knew of this private hobby.