Lalandria sat at the bar gazing at the rowdy, drunken men and women that occupied the room. Her back was to the bar and a glass of a strong clear drink rested at her elbow. Her eyes grazed through them feeling her muscles relax. Most would feel worried in this place, but it was here that Lalandria relaxed, here among those she thought as her own. She stood out a little with her relaxed manner, but her worn clothes could have put her among any of the men and women that surrounded her. This was the only place that she could afford to buy a drink at any way, she tought with a sigh. She watched the door, her nearly black eyes twinklng with glints of green and gold assesing every corner and wondering what kind of person would enter next, perhaps a criminal or another misfortunate. You could never really tell with the Drital Qu'ellar Pub.

The city of Lómëdor was a busy place indeed, far to many for Abenforthe to stay on the streets where he had to dig through large amounts of people. He was looking for a more quiet place to sit and relax, possible have a drink, but at some point on his journey he must have taken a wrong turn. He was new to town, so he did not know the reputation of the part of town he was in, though even if he did, it would most likely not stop him. The streets were near barren, all those doing business doing so in the shadows, Abenforthe being the perfect looking person to walk through safely, not having anything valuable looking on him, and having a nice healthy coat of dirt on most of his clothing.

After walking for some time he finally came to a suitable looking pub, with not much sound coming from it, and the liveliness of it’s exterior was lacking.

“Perfect.”

He said this with a smile on his face as he slowly entered the bar, calm and cool as if he had been there a million times, trying his best not to stick out, though his calm smile gave his true nature away. Nearly everyone here looked grim or depressed, but Abenforthe could not understand why, being surrounded by such a quiet atmosphere, so his smile did not deteriorate. Walking up to the bar he motioned a greeting to the tender, which just gave him an evil stare and waited while he grit his teeth, cleaning the dirty mug in his hand with a foul looking rag.

“I’ll have you’re cheapest liquor my good sir!”

All this got from the tender was a raised eyebrow and harsh grimace, and Abenforthe took this as a sign to change his attitude if he didn’t want to draw the wrong sort of attention from the crowd.

“Err, I mean, gimmie yer finest grog yah no-good glass wipe.”

Abenforthe made an attempt at a foul street mugger’s voice, trying to blend in with the apparent crowd. The tender’s grimace and eyebrow stayed where they were, but the tender took the glass he was cleaning over to a keg and poured the foulest looking liquid into and then slamming it down on the bar in front of Abenforthe. Though Abenforthe, not being a man that drink did not think less of the liquid, the glass it was in, or the manner it was served to him.

“Thanks…err, yah, yah, go back to yer’ busy work.”

He then took his mug and found a table to sit at, taking a single sip of the grog and both his eyelids shoot upwards with surprised bulging eyes staring at nothing at all emerged, as well as contorted lips out the side of the mug.

“That’s…good…grog…”

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply. I have been scrambling to get post on a topic that was already going, but I will be sure to post here now that it is going. Sorry once more.

IC: Lalandria watched with some amusement as a man walked in. He tried to blend in but in Dria's opinion it didn't work. She had lived here too long to not recognize who visited the Pub often. The smile really was too much. In this area you were in bad prospects killing to get out or you had just totally given up on ever getting out. Of course there were also those that really just didn't want to leave, but Lalandria had never understood them.

Lalandria covered her mouth with her hand to hide the smile that came to her face as the barkeeper reacted to the man's request. It was phrased all wrong and even when the poor man tried again it wouldn't have worked but the barkeeper was actually a pretty easy going fellow. With the man's proclamation faces had turned to watch him, some with the amused smile that Lalandria was hiding and others with annoyed glares.

The man was being quite the spectacle and amusement to Lalandria as he got the dirty glass which the barkeeper had been cleaning. He then tried to say thank you in a way that he probably had hoped wouldn't draw attention to him before going to find a seat. Lalandria peered with interest at his face as he downed the vile liquid. His expression was all she could have hoped for and she barely restrained a laugh. Once more the man tried to blend in by saying the stuff was good. The man was going to get himself into trouble.

Lalandria’s curiosity had now been pricked and she followed it seeing no danger coming her way. She stood up and walked over to the man's table. She took the chair across from him, and placed her own drink in front of her on the table.

"You do realize that no one has ever liked that drink and you don't have to pretend, don't you?" Lalandria said with a raised eyebrow as she eyed him up and down in his seat.

Abenforthe’s face had turned green when he took a second sip as the woman approached, his eyes nearly rolling to the sides of head from the brutal taste. He could hardly see Lalandria approach as his eyes contorted and he tried to keep a straight face but nothing could stop that taste, the only thing bringing him out of this state was a large drawn-out exhaling breath. Shaking off the residual effects of the drink, Abenforthe looked up to the woman that sat across from him and smiled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, this stuff is fantastic, I could…”

His face turned a darker shade of green as he thought about what he was about to say, almost not being able to say until he swallowed hard and shook ever so slightly.

“…drink an entire keg of it with a smile on my; Oh who am I kidding, it the most vile and wretched thing I have ever experienced. No offence to you of course.”

He turned and spoke to the tender giving him a polite smile and then shaking his head and remembering where he was, quickly giving the tender a lazy eyes quiet snarl.

“So Miss, what should I drink, I am not a avid patron of the bar scene, I just know names from what people have talked about. Would you like a drink? I hear it is polite to buy a woman a drink when at a tavern, or so I have been told, but I don’t understand the part about the pants.”

He shrugged and didn’t think a moment more on the rest of what he had been told, waiting for a response to his offer, and then putting his hand on his forehead with a regrettable smile.

“I am sorry, I haven’t even said my name. I am Abenforthe, and I haven’t a clue what I am doing, and only hoping that it isn’t as obvious as I think it is.”

On the other side of the bar sat a middle-aged figure with firey-orange hair. Langv had a drawing book in her lap and a quill in her hand. She took in the musty surroundings of the Dritla Qu'ellar Pub. Langv hadn't been in here for ages, being she hadn't been around this area at all in ages, but she could remember the way her friends use to steal so much gold from other nasty criminals, then start brawling and goofing around. But those days lay dying in her memories as, one by one, her friends were caught and exicuted until there was none left of the gang except her.

From the dark corner of her seat she saw a young woman, perhaps 20 years old, walk in and seat herself. The woman looked very slim, the idea of a preformer came to Langv's mind, and tall. She had curly brown locks that went down to her shoulders and glinting brown eyes. She sat down with a clear drink to her elbow. What an interesting girl. Langv kept a close eye on her, though she was suppose to catch someone else. Soon enough, a man came in. Her eyes glowed with amusment as the man, clearly not use to the pub, tried to get something to drink. Langv looked down at her paper. Sure enough, her hand involentarly drew a picture of both the man and woman. When the man left with something muddy in his dirty cup, Langv started to transform into a tawny orange cat, found commonly in the pub. The man just sat down when Langv's cat eyes adjusted fully, so her vision was crystal clear. Grog. She flicket her tail, amused again. Padding over to the man, she watched as the man's face contorted with discuse. The woman moved over to the man.

"You do realize that no one has ever liked that drink and you don't have to pretend, don't you?" the woman said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, this stuff is fantastic, I could…” answered the man. His face grew to a dark shade of green. Langv laughs came out as purrs.
“…drink an entire keg of it with a smile on my; Oh who am I kidding, it the most vile and wretched thing I have ever experienced. No offence to you of course."
There was a pause.

"So Miss, what should I drink, I am not a avid patron of the bar scene, I just know names from what people have talked about. Would you like a drink? I hear it is polite to buy a woman a drink when at a tavern, or so I have been told, but I don’t understand the part about the pants.”
Another pause.
“I am sorry, I haven’t even said my name. I am Abenforthe, and I haven’t a clue what I am doing, and only hoping that it isn’t as obvious as I think it is.” Langv shapeshifted by the table, hoping not to surprise the couple. "In fact, it was quiet obvious." She looked around to find some of the people staring at her.
"Sorry, if I frightened you," she said as she turned back to the group. "Hopefully, you don't mind if a take up a seat?"

Lalandria started to get worried when the poor man's face turned green. That was probably the main reason why no one drank the stuff, it was absolutely vile. Happily she took a drink from her own glass that was filled with a strong, clear liquid rather than the yellowish-brown piss that most drank at the place. Her brow stayed raised over her glass as he continued to try and pull through it tuff. He finally gave it up and said it was wretched.

"No offense taken, it is as vile and wretched drink as you stated so perfectly," she said a small smile resting on her lips.

Once more he tried to blend in but it as Lalandria had come to expect, it didn't really work. Then he turned to her and said something that Lalandria had not expected at all. She was so surprised she almost spit her drink but contained it to some coughing. The poor man really had no idea what he was talking about. If Lalandria hadn't been the kind of person she was, the man might have found himself in quite a bit of trouble.

Lalandria was about to tell him that he was being quite obvious and just what he had said meant when the cat that had been standing near them earlier turned into a human. Lalandria's muscles moved before she could think and a knife appeared in her hand, as if from mid air. Lalandria quickly hid the knife back up her sleeve when she saw the person meant no harm and smiled at the woman's words.

"I would have to agree with her that it is quite obvious that you don't go to pubs often. My name is Lalandria, by the way, but please call me Dria. It is shorter," Lalandria said extending her and for the man to shake.

"By the way I wouldn't mention the pants thing to a person of the female sex again. Most would get really quite angry," she added with a pause deciding that she should just warn him, to make life easier for the poor fellow.

When she smiled, he returned the smile, not knowing hwy he was doing so but figuring it was the right thing to do, rather make a friend quick before he got into trouble and had to work on his own. Then when he had mentioned pants she seem to nearly spit her drink out of her mouth but instead coughed, he extending his hand for a moment to see if she was ok, but when recovering quickly he pulled his hand back to his drink. He had started to pull the drink up to his lips without realizing what he was doing, but stopped the moment the glass had just barely touched his lips, placing the glass back down on the table and pushing it away from him.

Then, out of no where a woman appeared, transforming from a cat, which seemed to cause alarm, and shocked Abenforthe, not having seen something like this yet in this world. His eye was not quick enough to catch Lalandria’s knife though, as she was able to draw it and put it away without he even knowing she owned it.

He was confused when she said not to mention the pants part of his question if he were to ask any other women, but since it was advice he would remember not to do so again. Perhaps the mention of them made women spit their drink out or choke on the drink, and Abenforthe didn’t want to do that to people.

“Duly noted. So what do you think I can afford to lose in how I am acting, and what would be a good idea to gain while in a setting such as this. Smiling I suppose is out of the question as is any polite words or gestures, which I can learn to hide easy enough. I think that a list of drinks that are digestible would be good to learn as well, since I only heard sailors saying what they drank, and I do not concur with their choice.”

The man was clearly shocked at her transformation. She sat down quietly. "You usually do not see a transformation in public," she whispered. "If you go down to the Termáre Dagor and watch a battle, someday or later a shapeshifter will use their ability to win."

Langv laughed when Dria mentioned pants. "Yes, Abenforthe, do not ask. Probably you'll get slapped in the face and some man will come over to you and there would be another brawl at this bar."

When Abenforthe noted that he was having trouble, she gave him a sad smile. "It's hard. When I first came here, I had trouble too so do not feel so bad." Langv began to rattle of some advice. "First thing you might want to work on is speech. Do not act like a gentleman around this pub, or any part of run-down Lomedor. It is the number one way to get yourself pickpocketed by other theives." Memories of her past began to float to the surface of her memory. Snapping off belts and letting their victim's pants fall down. She shuddered at the thought some gang would pull down Abenforthe's pants. She snapped from her thoughts and continued. "What are you doing around here, anyway? You should go to the Wilwarin Inn. It's much nicer there."

Lalandria smiled as she heard the woman that had changed shape explain to Abenfoth what not to do when in a pub. She nodded at the mention of being slapped and a man getting into a bawl with him.

"In this area the woman might not just slap you. Most women that are here are probably very drunk and would possibly try to kill instead," she said with a wink.

She continued to nod as the woman continued to speak, agreeing with every word she said. Then a thought came to mind. How did the woman know who pickpockets
liked to hit best? Lalandria knew because she had known quite a few people in the field, but that didn't explain the woman. Did the woman used to be a pickpocket?

Lalandria eyed her over and decided she didn't really look the part, but she was in this area so she could have been anything. The best thieves are always the ones that don't look like they are what they do. A small smile came to Lalandria's face at this thought. She turned her attention back to the woman's voice.

At the mention of the Wilwarin Inn she nodded once more. It was a nice place and the innkeeper was just as nice.

"The Wilwaren Inn is a very nice place. The innkeeper is also really quite kind if you get on his good side," she said her smile going wide with the thought of Wilwaren's innkeeper.

The man really was quite a nice fellow. Lalandria had performed there several times and he always gave her something extra.

(OOC – Sorry it took me so long to reply, I just started a job that wakes me up at 4am in the morning to get ready for and every time I got home I would fall asleep. I will try to get used to it so I can keep up a good posting time.)

A battle of shape-shifter, an exciting event to watch indeed, though he had never witnessed such an event he was now interested in seeing one the way that this new woman had explained it. He had seen many different types of races on his travels, and now this new one was added to his memory, that of a shifter of forms, to which his mind thought could be very dangerous, but that was best kept to himself.

Then both of women, who joined the bewildered wayfarer elemental, told him of his folly in speaking to other women the way he did, and the though of being slapped or killed for offering them a drink confused him. He was far too innocent to this world’s transactions that he had no idea that such a thing could happen, though he was unaware of the true reason that it was wrong to say. The problem was that he didn’t know to ask what he said really meant, but the good thing was that he knew not to say it again.

“Well it is better that I learned from someone who isn’t a murderous or drunken female, I will just have to watch what I say if I want to stay healthy and alive. I just hope that there isn’t anything else that I have been saying that offensive.”

Abenforthe was offered a better choice of where he should be going to if he wanted to rest or get a drink in the city, but he had no idea where this Wilwaren Inn was, but that was only because he had no idea where anything in the city was. His feet had wandered too far it seemed and in to a dangerous place, but he knew that his instinct would keep him alive in this area until he ‘escaped’ it.

“I suppose I will have to buy a map or guide for the city, since I am unaware of the Inn you speak of, but then again I wouldn’t know anything about this city, I am new to it and this world. What I am doing her is just wandering and exploring the world to see what I can learn as a mortal since I can’t really go back to where I came from.”

Langv looked at him. "'New to the world'? You couldn't be possibly an elemental, could you?" No wonder my pen was drawn to him and his body! Without waiting for their reply, she turned into a cat and slinked back to her seat, where she left her things. She scratched open the lock and took her pen out, which was dancing in a frenzy. With every step she took towards Abenforthe, the pen grew more frantic. At last she turned into a human, tightly gripping the pen that was pulling her towards the man. Langv let it go and it danced all over the table, splattering ink. She quickly grabbed it by the end and shoved it into her pant pocket. "Sorry about that. It does get an urge to draw once in a while.
Now, you said something about wanting to travel the world? I would be glad to go with you, if you don't mind."

A small woman walked through the door and stopped. Her cloak was dirty and torn from traveling, as she walked deeper into the bar a wisp of white hair blew from the darkness beneath. She sat at the bar and waited. When someone did not come she set her small hands on the counter and eyed the people around her from the safty of her cloak.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply, with the holidays and all.

IC: Lalandria smiled as she listened to Abenforthe talk. How could anyone be this... innocent? She was actually listening with only half an ear because she had just spotted a woman, which obviously didn't belong there, enter Drital Qu'ellar Pub. This many people that don't belong showing up in one day was not common. Lalandria's smile changed as she thought of this, becoming one of an inside joke that only she knew. It would make a good song that. It wouldn't be a serious one; no it would be a funny one to lighten a rainy day.

Her mind began to wander across this line of thought, starting to create some lines to make it a song. So far it was a jaunty little tune that she liked. Of course, she would have to try it on her lyre later. This fantastic train of thought jerked to a halt when she heard something she wasn't expecting at all. New world? What the heck?

Her head snapped up and stared at the man with surprise and confusion. The shape shifter just added to it by saying something about an elemental and then went bouncing off. What the heck was an elemental? Lalandria eyed the man in front of her and could find nothing extraordinary, but obviously the shape shifter thought there was something special about the man. Lalandria shook her head, deciding that questions with no answers were of no use to her.

Then the shape shifter came back, in the form of a cat, and the pen it was carrying went absolutely crazy. It went everywhere, splattering ink all over its path. Lalandria pushed her chair backwards to avoid the staining that would have happened if she stayed in place. The shape shifter, who at that moment, Lalandria decided was probably a bit off her rocker in a manner of speaking, offered to travel the world with the man. A man she barely knew mind. With another shake of her head Lalandria stood up.

"Well, I find myself without any more to drink. I'm off to get myself another glass," she said before heading over to the bar with her empty glass.

She approached the woman that had entered and stood next to her, motioning slightly to the bartender to take his time. She placed her glass in front of herself and turned to face the woman next to her.

"So what has brought you to this lovely establishment?" Lalandria asked motioning to the drunken revelry around her.

The woman looked up at Lalandria from the darkness of her cloak. "Something strong and will warm the bones. I have traveled far and this was the first place i happened upon that looked the least bit interesting." She removed the hood from her head and her white hair flowed down her body like a fresh waterfall coming into being for the first time. "Is there anything that you recommend?"

His eyes opened wide when she guessed that he was an elemental, and without many clues given, but then again it wasn’t the first time that others noticed that he wasn’t human. Quickly, he coughed while putting his hand to his mouth as if trying to cover the woman’s voice so that others in the bar did not hear their conversation. Then the woman transformed into a cat again and rushed over to her previous table to pick something up, then immediately returning to his table. When she put the pen on the table and it started going crazy, in almost perfect unison as Lalandria, he pushed away from the table to escape the ink splashing about.

“Well yes, I am traveling the world to learn what it is to be a mortal, since I still don’t fit in, but I don’t quite know the bonds of my mortality yet so I am not sure what to do in dangerous situations, which is why I don’t suggest that you travel with me. But if you would like, by the chance that we might meet again I would be happy to tell you about my adventures.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Abenforthe saw that there was a new woman that had entered the bar, but he had been distracted by the pen that he did not see her enter. As he was pulling himself back to the table, along with his chair, Lalandria had left the table and approached the new comer, leaving him with the pen and the shape shifter.

“Besides, there has to be some person or being that is more interesting than I am, I mean all I am is an old and worthless elemental, tied to no master nor any plane. I am just here to learn, not to make a name for myself or put anyone else in harms way should I have to prove something. You understand, don’t you?”

Cel looked up at the man talking rather loudly and covered her ears. She could tell he was something underneath but did not know what it was exactly. "Could I get something strong over here?" She put her head on the table as a single tear slipped through her clenched eyes. The memories would not eluded her no matter where she had gone. Cel took a deep breath and tried to comfort herself. She finally regained control and sat back up.

Lalandria began to nod as the girl when she saw the white hair. That color usually belonged to women with many more years behind them than the woman before her. Of course, the woman was an elf. That would make a difference, but it didn't really explain the white hair. Lalandria's mind was taken off the thought when she heard Abenforth's words over the other's voices.

She was surprised at what she heard. Dria had expected the elemental to accept the offer happily. Instead, he did what Lalandria would have done, refused. Of course, he did it in a nice, convince the other person out of it, instead of the flat out no that Lalandria would have done, but it was still a refusal in Lalandria's ears. This brought her thinking of him up a notch and she nodded approvingly.

The woman on her left though, didn't seem to like the loud words at all. She had gone as far as to cover her ears. Lalandria glanced at her, slightly surprised. Odd seemed like a word that fit perfectly with what was echoing through Dria's mind at the moment.

Then, even stranger still, the woman laid her head on bar, and Lalandria caught a glitter from a tear running down the woman's face. Okay this is getting slightly uncomfortable, Lalandria thought to herself, not knowing how to react at all. The woman at least was able to collect herself and ask for some alcohol. Though Lalandria had never approved of people burying there problems or memories in drink, but she really wasn't in the mood for lecturing at the moment.

"I recommend my favorite drink then. I’ll have the bartender bring them up," Lalandria said expressionless and called to the bartender. He walked over with a smile and nodded at her order. He brought over two small glasses filled with a strong clear liquid.

Cel nodded her thanks and took a long drink from the glass. She felt the liquid flow down her throat and then hit the bottom of her empty stomach. Cel closed her eyes and tried to recover completely her usual stone calm composure. When she opened her eyes again she noticed the woman looking at her. Cel looked down at the glass. "This is good. What is it?" Then she noticed the lady looking at her hair. "There are certain things that happen in one's life that will cause this. My hair was once as dark as the shadows on the darkest night." She smiled inwardly thinking about her previous life.

Lalandria smiled at the feeling of strong liquor burning down her throat. Oh yes, life was good at the moment. Her eyes closed for a moment but opened when the woman before her spoke.

"What is it? I'm not sure, and you probably don't want to know. The barkeeper just calls it Moon's Tears. It's the best they have here. At least, it's better than the brown piss they usually serve," she replied with a shrug.

Lalandria sent another glance at the hair and was about to shrug it off once more, when the woman spoke, obviously noticing Dria's eyes.

"As dark as the shadows on the darkest night, sounds romantic. Almost like a song. I hope you don't mind if I use that fraise for a song, that used to have a description for a black haired girl, but not nearly as good as that," she replied, a hand reaching down to touch the sack where she kept her lyre.

Lalandria noticed the other woman's smile, as if she was looking back on a nice memory. The smile that had been resting lightly on Lalandria's lips earlier, instantly disappeared. Why did everyone seem to have a good memories of the past but her? She might have one that would start out seeming good, but quickly it would go down the hill. Oh yes so many would start out that way, but never would it end well.

Lalandria blinked once, making sure that not an ounce of her bitterness showed, and then replaced the smile on her face after another sip from her glass, making sure it seemed natural. Talking usually distracted people, so Lalandria did the first thing that came to mind.

"Oh, I totally forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lalandria," she said outstretching her long fingered hand.

Cel drunk down the last of the liquior and set the glass back on the table. She took a deep breath to inhale the aroma of the alcohol. "Yes, you may use it to your heart's content." As the other woman introduced herself Cel wondered if she had and shook her head. 'No, you just walked in like a crazy person and demanded a drink.' She thought to herself. "My name is Celena, Cel for short. I am sorry for my behavior before. I am not usually like that. I have had a very long journey and I have lost much in the last few months. I just finished my new house. It is a log cabin so if I have to leave it will go right back to the earth." She smiled outwardly like she was making a joke but inside she knew she did not want to leave again. She looked across the bar at some of the other customers but her thoughts were on the woman beside her. Something seemed so sad about her. Cel decided not to pry, everyone comes open in their own time.

A small black and gray tiger cup strutted into the bar and jumped on top of the counter. He started licking one of his paws that was covered in what appeared to to blood. A small feather hung out the side of one corner of his mouth. His gray eyes were searching the bar and came to rest on the feline with the pen. His then closed his eyes and acted as if he were just a regular in the bar.

"Thank you, then," Lalandria said, smiling at the thought of improving one of her songs. She was drawn away from these thoughts at the mention of the woman's name.

"Well, it is an honor to meet you Cel," she replied with an even larger smile.

"Oh, and you can call me Dria. It's easier to remember," she added with a second thought and a small bell-like laugh.

When the woman mentioned her earlier behavior, Lalandria instantly shook her head.

"Don't worry, it happens to all of us at one time or another," she said, making a dismissive gesture. Of course some of us were never given the liberty to show it in public at all, Lalandria thought bitterly to her self, trying to remember the last time she had cried.

It had been a week before her eleventh birthday and the day her father kicked her out. That night he had given her a sound beating that had left her stiff and aching. A large bruise colored her cheek and gave her a rather roguish look. She had asked some of the stable boys if they had wanted to play after their chores, and most were going to agree when the stable owner called them all over and told them to stay away from her, because who knew what lies she would tell them. Now Lalandria looks back and guesses the poor man just wanted to protect his charges, but still it had hurt for that to happen.

Through the entire memory her smile had remained friendly and open, a twinkle in her eye, but that had always been what she was good at, acting one way but feeling completely different. With another sip from her glass she noticed the woman had already finished her's. Dria then decided it was probably better if she said something, probably anything that would make sense with the conversation at hand.

"Ah, well, homes are hard to come by now days. You probably don't want it to sink back to its natural state of being," she said her smile smaller but just as friendly.

Cel watched Dria rem anise but decided not to say anything. She looked up at the tiger cub sitting on the bar and shook her head. "He never seems to leave my side." Nodding toward the feline. "His name is Sebastian and I have been trying to shake him for about fifty years. I gave him the name. When i first saw him he had a large cut along the bottom of his stomach like someone had tried to gut him. He is a fighter but there is something strange about him that I just cannot put my finger on." She shook her head and look longingly at her empty glass. "It took three years," she continued. "For him to completely heal and the hair to grow back. Poor thing, he will never be the same." She started mummering about human eyes on cats and thinking cats could talk in their sleep. "Could I have another of these?" She smiled at the lady holding her cup up. "And a bit of milk for the tiger?"

Angel walked into the pub. She sat at the bar beside the tiger cub and waited to be waited on. She slowly looked around the bar and held her katana close. She eyed the tiger and slowly everyone else in the bar. She shrugged and relaxed a little. The land just did not move right and after being at sea for over ten years, she felt as if she were about to be landsick.

ooc: angel... you forgot to edit your post after you changed your race to a human... just thought i would let you know...


ic: Cel glanced up at the new comer. 'Angel.' She said under her breath. 'How do they keep finding me?' She sighed heavily and went to take another drink from the glass only to remember it was empty. She pushed it across the table so she would not try to drink an empty drink again. She slowly took off her cloak revealing exquisitely made elven clothes. They appeared expensive but for the tears and dirt that covered; however, the bright earthy colors still showed though in some spots.

ooc: thanks cel... i changed it... lol...


ic:Angel tried to hold her nausea down. "Do you have anything for sickness?" She said rather loudly. She looked around trying to see if anyone had heard her. She sighed when no one took notice. She looked closer at the lion cub and wrinkled her nose. "Filthy beast." She commented.

OOC: Sorry, everyone for posting so little. With a new semester of school and all I have just been running low in time with everything. I have found that I can post in one topic at the moment, and I hate keeping people behind. This post seems to be running alright without me while the other topic I am in, needs me to post in it to keep it going, so I'll have Lalandria leave and keep it open to you two. Sorry, once more for keeping you two waiting.

IC: Lalandria was beginning to tire, and she still needed to find somewhere to stay. With a yawn and a few tired blinks, she smiled at the woman next to her. Her blinking increased for a moment or two at the tiger, and her nose wrinkled, nodding at the woman's comment. She waved the bar keeper over, who was beginning to send her glares of annoyance at her constant biding. She sent him an apologetic gaze and asked for the milk and another glass of Moon Tears.

"There you go," Lalandria said with a sigh, and took another sip from her drink.

At the appearance of one more person that didn't seem to fit in the crowd, Lalandria decided she had nearly enough of this. Anyway, she would have to go pretty soon anyway to get a moderate inn. With tilted head in Celena's direction, she dropped a few coins on the counter and turned to leave, catching a glimpse of Celena's skirts in the process.

"I would have kept those skirts of yours hidden if I were you," Lalandria said with another nod before heading for the door.

Cel nodded and waved goodbye to the lady. She looked down at her clothes forgetting she still had them on and quickly covered them back up with her long dark cloak. She picked up the glass and nodded to the bartender in thanks for the succulent liquid she was so thankful to have. A yawn escaped her as she went to take a sip from her glass and she began to laugh. She had not realized how tired she was. Cel set the glass back on the table and went and grabbed the bowl of milk. She walked back to the table she was sitting at and set the bowl on the table top. "Come Sebastian. I have missed your company." She said groggily. A small hiccup escaped her much like the yawn had before and just like the yawn she busted out in giggles. She quickly stifled herself before she was noticed. "I think I need to call it a night." She commented to herself. She picked up her glass and took a small quick sip of it. Now she remembered that alcohol did not mix well with her. She could have the smallest drink and would be drunk as someone who had been drinking from dawn till dusk. "Sebastian, you better finish you milk soon. I will be leaving as well. I need some sleep." With that her head hit the table, her eyes closed and mouth open. A small snore could be heard from her every few seconds.

Sebastian followed his milk bowl over to the table. When Cel sat it down he jumped up on to the table and started to lap it up. The tiger had not been paying attention to anything else in the bar until the elf's head hit the table. He jumped and started to hiss until he saw it was only her. He smiled and started to laugh as Cel started to snore. He quickly finished off his milk and jumped from the table and went straight through the door.

After a few moments a man appearing to be about 18 walked into the bar. His hair was jet black with gray and white highlights, his eyes flashed as the light hit them but they too were gray. He carefully lifted Cel into his arms. "Don't worry Celena. I will take you to where you can rest." A smiled played at his lips as Sebastian turned and left the pub again. Only this time in his human form.