Arieanna chuckled as she picked up her kitten from the table. Wales definately had the effect to cheer a room up. She sat down on one of the chairs and placed the small cat in her lap and began to rummage through her pack. Arie pulled out a strip of dried meat and ripped a piece of it off, giving it to Hato to nibble on. He purred contentedly as he chewed onthe dried meat.

Daphnie's eyes widened at the sight of a tiny lurikeen trying to catch her eye. Was he... ? He was! He was snapping at her! He was raising his little arm and snapping at her to get her attention!

"How rude," Daphnie thought and narrowed her eyes at him.

"More ale, girl!" he called out, an expectant grin spreading from one side of his bushy sideburns to the other.

Daphnie drew herself to her full avalonian height and affected a chill demeanor as she left Wales for a moment and strode towards the table of 'keens.


"Despite the bib and goblet emblem," she said icily staring down at the offender, "I am not a barmaid."

The little lurikeen stared up at her with widened eyes and began to stammer something but she turned on her heel, tossed her blond hair over her shoulder, and walked back towards her new aquaintance. Halfway there, a celt pushed his chair back from a table in effort to stand and managed to bump into Daphnie, who in turn lost her balance and landed soundly in his lap.

Horrified, she dared not look back at the table of lurikeens, and tried desperately to shut out the sound of their tittering laughter.

Hato's ears perked up and the small kitten cocked his head to the side as Daphnie tumbled into the gentlman's lap. He mewed and looked at Arieanna as if to say 'WHAT is she doing?'


Arie chuckled as the kitten's look of confusion and scratched behind his ears as the thought that celtic underclothing must be more attractive than she had originally thought passed through her mind.

Yual stood there entranced as the note faded away. his eyes on Fatima's face. His hand came up and gently wiped the tear from her cheek. Suddenly, the noise from the tavern once again registered in his ears, and he led Fatima back to their seats, barely missing one of the barmaid's trays.


As he sat down, he looked around and saw a few new faces in the croud. Arguyle, sitting over by himself, Daphnie conversing with a fine looking celtic lad. Yual sat there for a moment, looking around at the mixture of peoples from different realms, interacting without bloodshed and decided he would love to see Keisha's face if she were to ever walk in here.

Tayana bit her lip, it would be rude... to... laugh... Unable to help herself, she burst into giggles at the poor Avalonian lass' predicament. Trying to regain her composure she turned and focused on her drink. Well, she'd heard that some Celtic lads had that effect on the ladies, not that she would know of such things firsthand, Tayana thought with a slight sigh. But 'twas a good thing she didn't fall into Wales' lap, he probably would've fainted.

Ayslyn silenced the lurikeens with a glance. He stepped away from the bar and strode quickly over to the avalonian cleric, and channeling some of his old strength, knocked one of the small knots in the planks on the floor loose with his boot. Holding out a hand to help the lass up he said, "Miss McCormick. You'll need to watch your step. The floorboards here are old, and in need of some repair." He smiled.

 

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Wales laughed to himself quietly as the elf helped Daphnie to her feet. "It is a good thing she didn't fall into my lap," he thought. "I would have probably fainted."

Beckoning to Wales, Tayana waved him over to join her at the bar. "I swear the lasses flock to ye, Wales," she said, chuckling and nodding in the direction of the Avalonian. "Well now lad, I'm sure that super heroes work up a super thirst, so stop hoverin' and get yerself a drink. Keep in mind though that the rules of the house are first drink is paid for with a story, but I'm sure ye have a tale or two te tell so it won't be a problem for ye," she grinned.

/bump

Lanarian quietly sat on the grass outside the small tavern, softly strumming her Lute, she watched those of different cultures and races go in an out. She was drawn towards the entrance but held back, she'd never been inside a tavern during drinking hours before in her homelands, going inside this one frightened her even more...


Sighly softly she made her decision to wait outside a bit longer....