Post by Tathar Seregon on Jun 27, 2009 1:43:05 GMT -5
Tathar Seregon
Hajia Portier
Sotharin
Location: The Square
Time: four and a half hours after sunset
He waited until she no longer seemed to be awake in a sense, but he wondered exactly how aware she was when she was resting like this. And, as much as he wanted to lay there with her for days on end, he was still feeling restless. So, he maneuvered himself soundlessly to the foot of the cot and out of it, picking his way through the trunks she had there before moving toward the drop. He cast one more glance to her then before stepping down, feeling the air rush past him those few seconds before his feet met bottom, knees bending and arm shooting out to stop his torso from continuing on its way toward the stone floor. He stood and stretched, beginning to wonder how he was to occupy himself until he did need sleep.
leaving the room at the inn for a walk she turned and headed towards the garden. she wanted to do some thinkin'. lifting her skirts a little she found herself around lush green beautiful n fragrant flowers. The stars were rather bright. Lifting her gaze again she sat on a nearby bench and removed her boots.
He finally decided to grab a little air...and perhaps a puff of his pipe, so he donned his cloak and waited patiently as William drowsily moved to open the door. He bade the man a short farewell and let him know that he would be returning before very long and left. It wasn't very long after he had exited the Tower and turned his way toward the village proper before he removed the pipe, already stuffed with the remainder of his tobacco, and lit it from a nearby torch, taking a few puffs before finally getting that pleasing taste of smoke. And so, walking through the village, puffing away contentedly on his pipe, he left a faint lingering trail of whispy dark blue smoke behind him. This little outing would give him the perfect opportunity to mull things over.
She took her right foot and slowly loomed it over the tops of the grass blades. The blades against her skin tickled a little, they were soft and were easily subdued by weight.
The shrubery seemed to be perfect. Warm. Pleasing to the eyes. The trees stood tall, and the leaves shivered under the caress of the wind.
She shifted a little and leaned on one palm. Her shoulders slouched and she let her orbs travel over everything. Pandora was always stubborn.. and the Lycan had it for her. There was not a doubt about that. Being the Master of The City had some restrictions, but didn't inhibit everything.
Her brows drew downward, and she stared off at the rose bushes. Their perfect petals....
Pandora was running. Like she usually did. She was strong willed, and self sufficient...She wouldn't see any other persons point of view until they could squash every doubt from her essence. She was a monster in her own eyes. She didn't think anyone would ever believe otherwise.
She shook her head then...The lycan...so strong and trustworthy. He never folded, and never let someone get the best of him. Pandora's perfect match. ....Hell...she pleaded to herself, let her realize, she doesn't live in the 12th century anymore...It was no where close to what it used to be.
As he walked he thought, every now and again giving a slight puff both to keep the embers within his pipe lit as well as to get a taste of what was within it. And as he enjoyed that heady taste his mind moved over a great many things. The coming moon phase, mainly, only tomorrow night. So very close, and yet he felt so in control right now...So very...mortal...But he knew otherwise. He knew better than to think that. His theory was that nature made lycans feel safe and calm and secure the night before either to lull them into a false sense of security or to make them think that they were not going to change, and either way had drastic and dangerous consequences. His mind then jumped to more immediate things, such as the argument that he and Pandora had only just shard between themselves...And it was over so very fast, with her doing something she had never before requested of him. She had asked him to lay with her until she slept, and that he had done. She seemed so very peaceful when she slept. Almost as if she could be mortal, if not for the color of her skin and the lack of her breath. It was not very long at all until he found that his feet had carried him to the garden in the square, and that he was not alone.
"Good evening, Hajia."
She lulled in her thoughts. Her wind blew against her face, tickling her features.. Her fingers rubbed against the stone bench on which she sat...Oh yes, She only could dream of finding someone as devoted. Her lips persed to the left, as if she didn't like where her thoughts were heading.
Smelling smoke, her eyes drifted all directions as she became aware of Tathars presence. Hearing him speak to her, it took her several moments before she could greet him in return. Not because he spoke to her, but because for once.. It didn't sound like an order, or something negative like she deserved.
She smiled then, unconsciously. Her thoughts entertainin' her for a moment. She could have handled things a little different...Probably should have but assumptions got the best of her.
"...Evenin', what brings you about at this Hour?..."
it was then that she noted, that he looked distant.. Yet together.. Oh boy Pandora, can't you ever just....
"..Are you alright? "[/b][/u]
He chuckled lightly for a moment, taking another draw of his pipe and exhaling a billowing cloud of the dark smoke, letting it writhe and slither and roll through the air, watching it until it dispersed into nothingness. He knew the answer to her first question...but was he actually alright? It took a moment to think before he simply nodded, and when he spoke it was with a low, even tone.
"I needed a bit of air. Pandora doesn't like smoke, after all. And aye, I am fine. Just thinking, is all. And yourself?"
She didn't really believe him, by the way his attention dwelled on simpler things. But she just half smiled, what was she doing?..She couldn't actually admit that she may have been night dreaming. Nay, she was just...
"...Thinkin'. Not alot for me to be doing anyway, haven't infuriated anyone as of late.."
..."..Want to go have a drink? "
She knew he didn't need to drink, but she thought it might make the talkin' easier.
He thought it over for a moment with another draw of smoke. Perhaps a pint or two would make him feel a little better....without the effects, of course. He often wondered what it was like to be drunk, anyway. He'd never experienced it himself, as his body broke things down much too fast for alcohol, or even poisons to be effective on him. And so, he nodded, gesturing around the corner to where the tavern was located. It was quite late, so they were unlikely to be interrupting anyone in there who may still be enjoying themselves a nice drink.
"Of course. I think I could do with a decent ale."
she stood then after returning her boots to her feet and lacing them up. She smiled a little and wrapped one of her arms with his, Should anyone see them out and about, they would just appear to be on a stroll.. him escorting her for safety. She wanted to recoil for a minute, but then she settled herself. And glanced up at him.
"..Shall we then?"
She looked off n the direction they would head. This meant nothin' for her. She felt no stir within. He was someone she looked up to. One of the few.
He waited until she finished putting on her boots and took his arm before heading off into the square itself and toward the tavern, even going as far as to open the door for her as they came to it. He was a gentleman, after all, and anything less was rude in his opinion. She had served her time with him rather well, and as such had earned the right to be treated like another person rather than a lowly underling. After she entered he found an empty table, not a challenge at this time of night, and sat, drawing the bottom of his cloak up one side with a slight tug before sitting and waiting for the server to come round and take their orders.
"And how have you been? Haven't seen nor heard anything of you for a couple of days, now. I trust you haven't crashed someone's window...?"
She seated herself near him, and looked for the barmaid. Lifting her brows she turned back to Tathar and settled back against her chair.
He could care less about what she had been doing, and she knew it. But she would talk, until he decided to tell her what was really the point to him being out and about. She placed her hands in her lap and laced her fingers together. She chewed the inside of her lip, and answered assuringly, even a light laugh escaped her as he asked about a window.
" ..Nay.. no more windows.. Don't need to have to shadow anyone else.."
She smiled, and her eyes twinkled a little. She roamed her orbs over him, as if really looking at him for the first time.
"...I've been setting up my shop, and makin' plans...I want to do some event for the opening."
*Looks to the two just entered,musing to himself. The man may be an easy target,but the female...well..females *always* complicated things. He growled slighty to self and observed,still cowled and hooded for the moment*
As the server came over and asked what they would like to have he asked for a pint of the house ale and turned his attention to Hajia, clipping the mouthpiece of his pipe between his teeth at the corner of his mouth. He would give it a puff absentmindedly as she spoke. While it may appear that his mind was elsewhere, he was actually paying close attention...He just seemed more human tonight. He could not help but give a slight grin as she mentioned she hadn't broken any more windows. Good to know that someone else wouldn't have to work her as he had, and as she spoke of an event for the opening of her shop he drew a blank. In all his years upon years of running smithy's he had never once held an event when they opened. He saw no real reason to it. People wanted what he made, that was all there was to it. But he supposed that it wasn't the same way for every business. Through the scent of the smoke and sweat and many other things in the tavern he managed to pick out one in particular...he scented another fae...My how they were beginning to frequent the lands more and more as of late.
"I daresay I cannot help you with that. I'm notvery experienced in such things."[/b][/u]
She turned a little, watching him smoke still and then to the bar maid she requested the same. Ale was fine enough for her. It would do, Tastes had died a long time ago, but it wouldn't hurt her if she ate or drank. It was the way it went for her.
Hearing him speak of being inexperienced in something she furrowed her brows. She looked up curiously.
"..Do you think it would be a bad idea?"
She felt eyes on her, cautiously she turned her gaze to the one sitting alone and cloaked. Raising her eyebrow a little she looked to the floor and then back to the Smithy.
*Does nothing save give a short~and somewhat errie~nod to the both of them,continuing to sit in shadows..bide his time. It was his Kin's way,after all...let the fly do all the work,and the spider would eat heartily*
He watched the server for a moment as she smiled and nodded and left to fetch their orders before returning his gaze to the rest of the tavern, thinking about this for a moment befor he noticed the man nod to them. He was cloaked as well, and so he scented the air, nostrils flaring as he did so. The strength and direction of the Fae scent was coming from him...He was sure of it...and he kept watching them. He pulled his hood down over his features, leaving them shrouded in darkness as he did so save the faint red light coming from his pipe as he took a long draw. This brought out an odd....almost animalistic...feral bright green in his eyes, as if a beast had been caught in torchlight for a moment before it faded away. Of course, it could very well have been a trick of the light. He was not hesitant to show what he was to another denizen of the world that humans called the supernatural, and especially since Fae had a particularly sensitive sense of smell, so it was likely that he had already pegged them for what they really were, rather than the normal humans they were posing as.
"No, it could very well be a good idea. I am just not accustomed to using it. Never have, really. People use my business because they need it, so I've never felt the need to hold an event. All I can tell you is to be creative with it."
She watched as he hid himself, but exposed himself. She frowned she didn't have anything but her sent to give her away, unless she wanted to turn around and reveal her red orbs. But she knew that would be a bad idea. She got an uneasy feeling for a moment, and looked for her drink. She was starting to need one more than Tathar did. She looked to the Lycan she could almost call friend now.
"..I'm always creative. I'm not always a stubborn mule who breaks, then asks questions. "
She smirked a somewhat charming smile, but it wasn't purposefully charming. It was just natural. She lifted her hands to put them on the table, her long nails glittering in the light the lanterns provided.
" ...I have a different side, I don't let anyone know about...and it's a fun, creative, caring, Respectful...one.."
he had been the one to teach her that one. It was a hard lesson. Her outter shell was hard, but the inside was just like everyone else. Soft. Warm. She crossed one leg over the other. Liting a finger to trace over the back of her hand.
"..I wish there was music right about now... I just want one night, where i don't have to be..who I'm supposed to be..:"
She wanted to get up and dance, be twirled and dazzled. And left confused. She wanted not to want to worry about looking over her shoulder. Or listening for sounds. She wanted to be safe. Have her own house, one she could decorate and be proud to find herself in.
*Watches the gent's eyes,a brief snarl playing off his lips. Lovely..the last thing he needed were for his goody~two~shoes Cousins to ruin the show,so to speak. They were family~techniclly~but like family you'd rather forget. Still,he couldn't let this compromise what he was here to do..slowly standing...and watching. This may be a lost cause,he thought,but damned if he was going to give up so easily. Still,he did mutter something derogitory to himself of the "shiny...*insert curseword*...gits"*
He turned to see the server bring their drinks and he gave the girl a nod of thanks, taking a deep draught of his own without bothering to remove his pipe from his lips, merely keeping it at the corner of his mouth. There was nothing quite like taking a drink of good ale and immediately following it with a puff of good tobacco, after all. He exhaled another cloud of smoke, letting it roll overhead before looking at her once more. So, she had a human side that she actually fostered rather than used to hide her true self, eh? Odd, but not unheard of. At least she embraced her humanity. He, on the other hand, embraced the beast inside of him. It made coping with things much easier...especially when they were done by his hand under the light of the full moon. His ears did manage to catch that silent muttering the Fae said to himself right after he stood, and he smirked ever so slightly, leaning back in his seat as he returned his attention to Hajia.He really wasn't much one for dancing. He was large and lumbering, and while he did posses the natural grace and fluidity provided by his lycan heritage, he still wasn't very good at it. It was appalling, really.
"Well, I am sure that eventually you will find someone who will appreciate this...other side...to yourself. And if you feel that way, then why don't you act the way you want? I do it, and I get along just fine."
She took her drink and downed a good third of it before letting the mug hit the table top, she chuckled. And raised her eyebrow at him. That.. I'm better look there..for old times sake. Her lips twitching with amusmant.
"...That's not exactly how I meant it, and besides.. No male has ever showed the ability to tolerate me that long. you knew me a whole 5 minutes before your dislike was apparent.."
she chuckled then and took another drink of her Ale. Her ears prickled up ever so slightly. Her skin felt eeriely cold. Raising an eyebrow. Not here, chill it Hajia. She just looked over her shoulder to the one who had rose from his seat. Her demeanor was indiscribable. One couldn't really tell what she was thinkin' or feeling. She moved the one leg off the other, and then crossed in the other direction. Speaking to Tathar she swirled her ale feverishly.
"...I'm glad I ran into you, otherwise I'd probably still be in the garden ..Aloof with thoughts no one wished to consider..."
She wouldn't tell him she was thinkin' about him and Pandora, she wouldn't even hint at it. She had appeared to be in lalaland and she meant to keep it that way.
"What have you been up to?.."
*With not a single word he walked~glided?~out,a test of sorts to see who would follow,still hoping {beyound hope} of one to follow..*
Hajia Portier
Sotharin
Location: The Square
Time: four and a half hours after sunset
He waited until she no longer seemed to be awake in a sense, but he wondered exactly how aware she was when she was resting like this. And, as much as he wanted to lay there with her for days on end, he was still feeling restless. So, he maneuvered himself soundlessly to the foot of the cot and out of it, picking his way through the trunks she had there before moving toward the drop. He cast one more glance to her then before stepping down, feeling the air rush past him those few seconds before his feet met bottom, knees bending and arm shooting out to stop his torso from continuing on its way toward the stone floor. He stood and stretched, beginning to wonder how he was to occupy himself until he did need sleep. leaving the room at the inn for a walk she turned and headed towards the garden. she wanted to do some thinkin'. lifting her skirts a little she found herself around lush green beautiful n fragrant flowers. The stars were rather bright. Lifting her gaze again she sat on a nearby bench and removed her boots. He finally decided to grab a little air...and perhaps a puff of his pipe, so he donned his cloak and waited patiently as William drowsily moved to open the door. He bade the man a short farewell and let him know that he would be returning before very long and left. It wasn't very long after he had exited the Tower and turned his way toward the village proper before he removed the pipe, already stuffed with the remainder of his tobacco, and lit it from a nearby torch, taking a few puffs before finally getting that pleasing taste of smoke. And so, walking through the village, puffing away contentedly on his pipe, he left a faint lingering trail of whispy dark blue smoke behind him. This little outing would give him the perfect opportunity to mull things over. She took her right foot and slowly loomed it over the tops of the grass blades. The blades against her skin tickled a little, they were soft and were easily subdued by weight.The shrubery seemed to be perfect. Warm. Pleasing to the eyes. The trees stood tall, and the leaves shivered under the caress of the wind.
She shifted a little and leaned on one palm. Her shoulders slouched and she let her orbs travel over everything. Pandora was always stubborn.. and the Lycan had it for her. There was not a doubt about that. Being the Master of The City had some restrictions, but didn't inhibit everything.
Her brows drew downward, and she stared off at the rose bushes. Their perfect petals....
Pandora was running. Like she usually did. She was strong willed, and self sufficient...She wouldn't see any other persons point of view until they could squash every doubt from her essence. She was a monster in her own eyes. She didn't think anyone would ever believe otherwise.
She shook her head then...The lycan...so strong and trustworthy. He never folded, and never let someone get the best of him. Pandora's perfect match. ....Hell...she pleaded to herself, let her realize, she doesn't live in the 12th century anymore...It was no where close to what it used to be.
As he walked he thought, every now and again giving a slight puff both to keep the embers within his pipe lit as well as to get a taste of what was within it. And as he enjoyed that heady taste his mind moved over a great many things. The coming moon phase, mainly, only tomorrow night. So very close, and yet he felt so in control right now...So very...mortal...But he knew otherwise. He knew better than to think that. His theory was that nature made lycans feel safe and calm and secure the night before either to lull them into a false sense of security or to make them think that they were not going to change, and either way had drastic and dangerous consequences. His mind then jumped to more immediate things, such as the argument that he and Pandora had only just shard between themselves...And it was over so very fast, with her doing something she had never before requested of him. She had asked him to lay with her until she slept, and that he had done. She seemed so very peaceful when she slept. Almost as if she could be mortal, if not for the color of her skin and the lack of her breath. It was not very long at all until he found that his feet had carried him to the garden in the square, and that he was not alone."Good evening, Hajia."
She lulled in her thoughts. Her wind blew against her face, tickling her features.. Her fingers rubbed against the stone bench on which she sat...Oh yes, She only could dream of finding someone as devoted. Her lips persed to the left, as if she didn't like where her thoughts were heading.Smelling smoke, her eyes drifted all directions as she became aware of Tathars presence. Hearing him speak to her, it took her several moments before she could greet him in return. Not because he spoke to her, but because for once.. It didn't sound like an order, or something negative like she deserved.
She smiled then, unconsciously. Her thoughts entertainin' her for a moment. She could have handled things a little different...Probably should have but assumptions got the best of her.
"...Evenin', what brings you about at this Hour?..."
it was then that she noted, that he looked distant.. Yet together.. Oh boy Pandora, can't you ever just....
"..Are you alright? "[/b][/u]
He chuckled lightly for a moment, taking another draw of his pipe and exhaling a billowing cloud of the dark smoke, letting it writhe and slither and roll through the air, watching it until it dispersed into nothingness. He knew the answer to her first question...but was he actually alright? It took a moment to think before he simply nodded, and when he spoke it was with a low, even tone."I needed a bit of air. Pandora doesn't like smoke, after all. And aye, I am fine. Just thinking, is all. And yourself?"
She didn't really believe him, by the way his attention dwelled on simpler things. But she just half smiled, what was she doing?..She couldn't actually admit that she may have been night dreaming. Nay, she was just..."...Thinkin'. Not alot for me to be doing anyway, haven't infuriated anyone as of late.."
..."..Want to go have a drink? "
She knew he didn't need to drink, but she thought it might make the talkin' easier.
He thought it over for a moment with another draw of smoke. Perhaps a pint or two would make him feel a little better....without the effects, of course. He often wondered what it was like to be drunk, anyway. He'd never experienced it himself, as his body broke things down much too fast for alcohol, or even poisons to be effective on him. And so, he nodded, gesturing around the corner to where the tavern was located. It was quite late, so they were unlikely to be interrupting anyone in there who may still be enjoying themselves a nice drink."Of course. I think I could do with a decent ale."
she stood then after returning her boots to her feet and lacing them up. She smiled a little and wrapped one of her arms with his, Should anyone see them out and about, they would just appear to be on a stroll.. him escorting her for safety. She wanted to recoil for a minute, but then she settled herself. And glanced up at him."..Shall we then?"
She looked off n the direction they would head. This meant nothin' for her. She felt no stir within. He was someone she looked up to. One of the few.
He waited until she finished putting on her boots and took his arm before heading off into the square itself and toward the tavern, even going as far as to open the door for her as they came to it. He was a gentleman, after all, and anything less was rude in his opinion. She had served her time with him rather well, and as such had earned the right to be treated like another person rather than a lowly underling. After she entered he found an empty table, not a challenge at this time of night, and sat, drawing the bottom of his cloak up one side with a slight tug before sitting and waiting for the server to come round and take their orders. "And how have you been? Haven't seen nor heard anything of you for a couple of days, now. I trust you haven't crashed someone's window...?"
She seated herself near him, and looked for the barmaid. Lifting her brows she turned back to Tathar and settled back against her chair. He could care less about what she had been doing, and she knew it. But she would talk, until he decided to tell her what was really the point to him being out and about. She placed her hands in her lap and laced her fingers together. She chewed the inside of her lip, and answered assuringly, even a light laugh escaped her as he asked about a window.
" ..Nay.. no more windows.. Don't need to have to shadow anyone else.."
She smiled, and her eyes twinkled a little. She roamed her orbs over him, as if really looking at him for the first time.
"...I've been setting up my shop, and makin' plans...I want to do some event for the opening."
*Looks to the two just entered,musing to himself. The man may be an easy target,but the female...well..females *always* complicated things. He growled slighty to self and observed,still cowled and hooded for the moment* As the server came over and asked what they would like to have he asked for a pint of the house ale and turned his attention to Hajia, clipping the mouthpiece of his pipe between his teeth at the corner of his mouth. He would give it a puff absentmindedly as she spoke. While it may appear that his mind was elsewhere, he was actually paying close attention...He just seemed more human tonight. He could not help but give a slight grin as she mentioned she hadn't broken any more windows. Good to know that someone else wouldn't have to work her as he had, and as she spoke of an event for the opening of her shop he drew a blank. In all his years upon years of running smithy's he had never once held an event when they opened. He saw no real reason to it. People wanted what he made, that was all there was to it. But he supposed that it wasn't the same way for every business. Through the scent of the smoke and sweat and many other things in the tavern he managed to pick out one in particular...he scented another fae...My how they were beginning to frequent the lands more and more as of late."I daresay I cannot help you with that. I'm notvery experienced in such things."[/b][/u]
She turned a little, watching him smoke still and then to the bar maid she requested the same. Ale was fine enough for her. It would do, Tastes had died a long time ago, but it wouldn't hurt her if she ate or drank. It was the way it went for her.Hearing him speak of being inexperienced in something she furrowed her brows. She looked up curiously.
"..Do you think it would be a bad idea?"
She felt eyes on her, cautiously she turned her gaze to the one sitting alone and cloaked. Raising her eyebrow a little she looked to the floor and then back to the Smithy.
*Does nothing save give a short~and somewhat errie~nod to the both of them,continuing to sit in shadows..bide his time. It was his Kin's way,after all...let the fly do all the work,and the spider would eat heartily* He watched the server for a moment as she smiled and nodded and left to fetch their orders before returning his gaze to the rest of the tavern, thinking about this for a moment befor he noticed the man nod to them. He was cloaked as well, and so he scented the air, nostrils flaring as he did so. The strength and direction of the Fae scent was coming from him...He was sure of it...and he kept watching them. He pulled his hood down over his features, leaving them shrouded in darkness as he did so save the faint red light coming from his pipe as he took a long draw. This brought out an odd....almost animalistic...feral bright green in his eyes, as if a beast had been caught in torchlight for a moment before it faded away. Of course, it could very well have been a trick of the light. He was not hesitant to show what he was to another denizen of the world that humans called the supernatural, and especially since Fae had a particularly sensitive sense of smell, so it was likely that he had already pegged them for what they really were, rather than the normal humans they were posing as."No, it could very well be a good idea. I am just not accustomed to using it. Never have, really. People use my business because they need it, so I've never felt the need to hold an event. All I can tell you is to be creative with it."
She watched as he hid himself, but exposed himself. She frowned she didn't have anything but her sent to give her away, unless she wanted to turn around and reveal her red orbs. But she knew that would be a bad idea. She got an uneasy feeling for a moment, and looked for her drink. She was starting to need one more than Tathar did. She looked to the Lycan she could almost call friend now."..I'm always creative. I'm not always a stubborn mule who breaks, then asks questions. "
She smirked a somewhat charming smile, but it wasn't purposefully charming. It was just natural. She lifted her hands to put them on the table, her long nails glittering in the light the lanterns provided.
" ...I have a different side, I don't let anyone know about...and it's a fun, creative, caring, Respectful...one.."
he had been the one to teach her that one. It was a hard lesson. Her outter shell was hard, but the inside was just like everyone else. Soft. Warm. She crossed one leg over the other. Liting a finger to trace over the back of her hand.
"..I wish there was music right about now... I just want one night, where i don't have to be..who I'm supposed to be..:"
She wanted to get up and dance, be twirled and dazzled. And left confused. She wanted not to want to worry about looking over her shoulder. Or listening for sounds. She wanted to be safe. Have her own house, one she could decorate and be proud to find herself in.
*Watches the gent's eyes,a brief snarl playing off his lips. Lovely..the last thing he needed were for his goody~two~shoes Cousins to ruin the show,so to speak. They were family~techniclly~but like family you'd rather forget. Still,he couldn't let this compromise what he was here to do..slowly standing...and watching. This may be a lost cause,he thought,but damned if he was going to give up so easily. Still,he did mutter something derogitory to himself of the "shiny...*insert curseword*...gits"* He turned to see the server bring their drinks and he gave the girl a nod of thanks, taking a deep draught of his own without bothering to remove his pipe from his lips, merely keeping it at the corner of his mouth. There was nothing quite like taking a drink of good ale and immediately following it with a puff of good tobacco, after all. He exhaled another cloud of smoke, letting it roll overhead before looking at her once more. So, she had a human side that she actually fostered rather than used to hide her true self, eh? Odd, but not unheard of. At least she embraced her humanity. He, on the other hand, embraced the beast inside of him. It made coping with things much easier...especially when they were done by his hand under the light of the full moon. His ears did manage to catch that silent muttering the Fae said to himself right after he stood, and he smirked ever so slightly, leaning back in his seat as he returned his attention to Hajia.He really wasn't much one for dancing. He was large and lumbering, and while he did posses the natural grace and fluidity provided by his lycan heritage, he still wasn't very good at it. It was appalling, really."Well, I am sure that eventually you will find someone who will appreciate this...other side...to yourself. And if you feel that way, then why don't you act the way you want? I do it, and I get along just fine."
She took her drink and downed a good third of it before letting the mug hit the table top, she chuckled. And raised her eyebrow at him. That.. I'm better look there..for old times sake. Her lips twitching with amusmant."...That's not exactly how I meant it, and besides.. No male has ever showed the ability to tolerate me that long. you knew me a whole 5 minutes before your dislike was apparent.."
she chuckled then and took another drink of her Ale. Her ears prickled up ever so slightly. Her skin felt eeriely cold. Raising an eyebrow. Not here, chill it Hajia. She just looked over her shoulder to the one who had rose from his seat. Her demeanor was indiscribable. One couldn't really tell what she was thinkin' or feeling. She moved the one leg off the other, and then crossed in the other direction. Speaking to Tathar she swirled her ale feverishly.
"...I'm glad I ran into you, otherwise I'd probably still be in the garden ..Aloof with thoughts no one wished to consider..."
She wouldn't tell him she was thinkin' about him and Pandora, she wouldn't even hint at it. She had appeared to be in lalaland and she meant to keep it that way.
"What have you been up to?.."
*With not a single word he walked~glided?~out,a test of sorts to see who would follow,still hoping {beyound hope} of one to follow..* 