"Old Friends?"
The white horse blows out two great puffs, he clearly doesn't like being tied up.
"Hi, hello. I'm Xavier."
"Hi, Byron. It's nice to meet you."
Xavier's white long hair is about the only thing that is different from the person who Bryon is standing in front of. As far as he can remember... Byron is sure that this is his old friend, Sebastian.
Xavier is striking. He has white hair, wears a long black leather coat. Tall, curious. Handsome.
"Come in both of you. I'm awaiting to hear what it is that's going on..." Bryon says as the two men walk up the small steps and into the guest house. The professor and Bryon's eyes meet briefly before Byron turns to shut the door behind them...
Now all in the bright, high ceiling living room/ bedroom...
"So tell me. What's going on?" Byron asks.
"I wanted to have you meet Byron because I believe that he has a great deal in common with you and your interests."
Byron and Xavier exchange a smile, friendly.
"What is it that you do Xavier? I may ask?" Byron inquires.
"I'm a great deal many things, but mostly I'm known as a modern philosopher."
"Cool." Byron says. "I'm a poet."
"Nice to meet you." Byron says. "Have a seat."
Byron is sure that something isn't right, but he can't quite put his finger on it....
As Xavier sits down. Byron notices something unusual about the way that Xavier is sitting.
