Open Chronicles Hidden In Plain Sight

[Finnick]

The movement of the hood falling and the revelation of the one beneath would draw the golden gaze of Finnick to the table, where he offered both a grin and a wink to Aine, followed by a bow of his head to her companion.

Returning his attention to the tender he would take the pint. "My thanks, Lusk, I thought I would die of thirst."

Lusk scratched his chin. "Something lively. Maybe get the entire room dancing."

"After some hydration.." Finnick would start. ".. I would be happy to." Another grin. This one accompanying his tankard clanking against the tenders before a hearty pull.

Aineflynn Amelia Rowe

 

[Anubis]

Once Anubis's sword was repaired he headed to a nearby tavern. He chose a seat in the corner and he ordered a large glass of water and some stew. He watched the crowd carefully. Once he got his food he started to eat. The stew was hot and tasted kind of plain.

He finished his food and gave a tip to the waiter. He brought out some paper and started drawing. There were plenty of things to sketch so he chose to sketch a girl in the crowd. Anubis drew to pass time and to calm his nerves.

He made intricate curves and put the background of the tavern in. Once he was done he ordered some bear and fished his sketch.

 

[Aineflynn]

Aine felt utterly wrong about not hearing the first thing Amelia asked about nomads, which was a good thing, in all honesty. She did hear Amelia talk about The Dragon's Den but nothing else, as that is when the bard made his massive entrances. Now in the present, Aine looked up when her companion asked if she was alright.

As Aine parted her lips to answer, those amber eyes darted to the bard now looking right at her. He winked. Oh, Shite, he saw me. Gods be damn. Aine thought to herself as panic began to rush through her. She slinked further down in her chair. Oh, how she wished she was a snake at the moment so she could slither away under the table unseen.

Trying not to focus on her, she directed it more toward her friend.

"Yeah, A'm ok, A wonder where our order is, hmmm, well thare is ane way tae find oot, maybe ye coud speir him tae play somethin ye like, perhaps from yer home?" She asked Amelia and gestured in the direction of the bard. One would think a person could have a stopping point of how red they could turn from embarrassment, but you'd be wrong. Aine was sure that any moment steam would start to rise from her hood, from the heat coming off her now crimson cheeks.

Another patron entered, with a hooded robe, caught her eye for a moment as the Patreon seated down, ate rather quickly, and began to write something. Amelia drew her attention back for the moment.

Soon like a gifted hero with perfect timing, the servant girl brought the two their orders. FOOD!

"There you go, loves." The servant girl said as she placed the items before the two.

"Thank Ye," Aine replied and instantly handed over her coin and inhaled all items placed before her. The logic was if she had food in her mouth, she couldn't talk, and if she didn't speak, then there was no chance of her saying something embarrassing; that was a good plan. It looked as if a rabid raccoon had just entered the establishment, and it was doing the opposite of what Aine wanted, but when starvation has been your friend for a few days, it makes your mind do funny things.

The servant girl's expression said it all as she pocketed the coin and held the tray close to her chest in fear, shock, and intrigue watching Aine, who was oblivious to how she appeared. The one thing Aine has sadly forgotten is perhaps to not worry so much about talking, more so about your actions instead. Now the idea of wanting to blend in had vanished.

 

[Amelia Rowe]

Amelia smiled and waved in response to the bard's nod of acknowledgment. What a nice person! He seemed like he had something in one of his eyes though, he hoped he got it out. "I'm sure the server will be back soon." She pursed her lips at Aine's suggestion. "Yeah, maybe I should! You know songs are such an amazing way to-" She trailed off when she looked back to Aine, seeing that she'd gone completely red.

She bit her lip. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? You're looking kind of red." She leaned forward slightly to try and get a better look. Now she really wished she'd listened to all Elra's lessons about common symptoms and illnesses, at least a couple had involved the skin reddening. Tanith did say there was one other reason people turned red like that, but she didn't tell her what it was, weirdly enough.

The serving girl's return distracted Amelia for a moment. But she quickly smiled and paid for her own order. "Thank you!" She watched carefully as Aine downed her food. She must've been really hungry, maybe that's why she turned so red?

Amelia shrugged and took a sip of her tea. Sighing happily at the taste. She stole a glance down at her coin purse, still heavy with the reward from her earlier sale. Her gaze lifted to the bard. "I'll be right back," she told Aine, before standing and making her way across the tavern.

It wasn't an easy journey by any means, due to the newly formed crowd, once someone bumped into her, nearly causing her to fall over. Luckily she caught herself on the table of some hooded stranger. "S-sorry, my fault!" She laughed awkwardly, picked herself up, and hurried off again. This time reaching the bard.

She dug into her purse and held out a small handful of coins. "Do you know any songs from Alliria? I mean, about Alliria specifically? Oh, I'm Amelia, by the way. Hi!"

Aineflynn Anubis Finnick

 

[Anubis]

"No problem miss," He put his stuff away and got up. He walked over to the counter but accidentally knocked into a drunk dude. "he there ye knocked into me, you gonna apologize," Anubis looked over and caught a punch with his left hand. "why would I apologize to a lowlife like you," Anubis says breaking his wrist silently.

The guy gasped and backed away, "I'm sorry sir won't happen again," The guy sat back down and Anubis went to the counter. He paid for his food and drink and asked for a room for the night. He sat back down and waited for him to get the key, the guy running the counter was busy with a bunch of others so he would get the key later.

Anubis waited and slide his hands into his pocket.

 

[Finnick]

Finnick would drain his tankard, taking a second to draw out the note of a chord with one hand as he drank. He would set it down for a refill before the young lady he nodded to struggled her way to the bar. That is, he definitely noticed her friend gorging upon her plate, a spectacle he had watched from afar with a smirk.

When she approached he offered that warm smile. "M'lady." He would reach for her hand and close her fingers back around the coins. "I would never charge such a vision for a song. And Amelia? A beautiful name to match the owner. I would be happy to regale you a song i was hired to write the last I was there. Its quite the joyous little diddy."

He would take the moment to kiss the back of her hand like a gentleman before releasing her hand and offering his arm. "Allow me to escort you back to your table. I saw those scoundrels knocking you around." He would twist back to the bar to grab ahold of his freshly filled tankard. Throughout the entire exchange, there was never a moment he wasn't playing his lute. Even the arm he offered, allowed him to play.

Amelia Rowe Aineflynn

 

[Amelia Rowe]

A brief commotion drew Amelia's attention back toward the table she'd bumped into earlier. Some other tavern goer had gotten into an argument with the polite stranger from earlier. But they looked like they'd resolved it peacefully, that's good, she doesn't think she'd do too well in a brawl.

She focused back on the bard just as he closed her fingers back around her coins. Rejecting payment? So that's what that felt like. "Well, if you're sure." She slipped the gold back into her pouch and smiled gratefully. She cocked her head. Vision? What vision? What could he be...

Oh, he was complimenting her, wasn't he? That makes much more sense. She scratched the back of her head and smiled awkwardly. "Oh uh, thanks, I'd love to hear it!" She stared at his proffered arm for a moment (she wished she could move gracefully like that) before taking it. She laughed. "It's not their fault... But I guess I could use a little help." Hopefully, Aine didn't mind the additional company...

She spotted the same hooded stranger lingering near the counter and waved.

Aineflynn Finnick Anubis

 

[Aineflynn]

Aine was in a mid spoon mouthful when her eyes moved toward the servant girl slowly back away from the table, bumping into a Patreon at the nearby table. A thick brow raised as her eyes moved toward Amelia with a blink. The wheels, now having been greased up with food and drink, began to move faster now realizing this little plan of let see how much one can shovel in one's mouth without inhaling wasn't the best way to go, and soon the modification of her actions began to make her look more and more like a beat.

What the hell is wrong with you Aweyn. She scolded herself simultaneously, to deflect from her wanting to melt into a puddle of lovely human goo and disappear for eternity within the cracks of the wood. She nodded and answered.

"Aye, A'm fine, A'm juist hot, stuffy in here an well, it's been, A agree songs are amazing." She awkwardly struggled through the sentence. Aine pushed the empty plate slowly away with a finger and sat back, slouching more in her seat, taking up the cup of tea, and began to nurse it slowly, hoping she'd get some dignity back somehow.


A slight nod of her head let Amelia know she understood when Amelia excused herself from the table and trotted toward the bard. Thank you, fates. Almond-shaped eyes lowered to stare into the depths of this darkish liquid. A sudden tussle between two patrons appeared in her prevail, making her glance back up and over to the distraction. The fight was between the stranger before who had been drawing and another fellow she hadn't seen before.

Well, that escalated quickly, now. Aine thought to herself as she watched the drama unfold. The little scene distracted Aine from the feelings she had bubbling in her for the moment. She let out a deep sigh that helped make her feel somewhat better. As the stranger and the other Patreon solved their issue quicker than she had hoped for, now feeling calm, those golden hues drifted toward the bar where Amelia and the Bard stood.

Why is he kissing Amelia's hand? Why is he offering his arm to Amelia? The love of fates, please tell me Amelia isn't bringing the bard to the table? No, why would he come to their table? Maybe he's taking her to a place to have a private serenade. Yes, that must be it. Please, Gods, Stop buggering with your favorite toy and let that be it. Aine's mind rambled as she was now sitting in more of an upright position and her eyes were wide with panic.

 

[Anubis]

He waved back politely and took a key from the guy behind the counter. He slid it into his pocket and pulled his hood back a bit. It revealed his fine features with black and orange hair. Anubis set his hand at his sword hilt and pulled his necklace from his neck to pull in out of his shirt.

The neatly black carved wolf represented that he was from a bounty hunters guild. He took a drink from the water and went to a billboard where the news was. HE hadn't read it in a few days so time to catch up. He read and wrote some things down in his notebook and sat down at a table with the girl he was sketching.

He opened his bag and pulled out a box. It was a puzzle box. He found it in the old ruins of a castle. He started trying different combinations and codes.

 

[Finnick]

This one was adorable. She either grew up near scoundrels who couldn't offer finer compliments or they were so dense they didn't know how to cherish the finer sex. "Oh, I'm quite sure. To charge a lady for a tune would be unsavory at the least." When she took his arm, there would be no sudden and random punches. Just the practiced used of his lute to gently urge patrons to the side. "No, it is their fault. No matter how plastered one gets, they should be mindful."

On the way to the table, he would note the panic in the eyes of the other woman and tried to disarm such fears with a well-practiced grin. Once they reached the table, he would pull Amelia's seat out before offering Aine a bow. "M'lady. My most solemn of apologies for the intrusion. Dare I say, you put on quite the spectacle before. Were I the cook I would take your enjoyment of the food as the highest of compliments."

Amelia Rowe Aineflynn

 

[Amelia Rowe]

Unsavory at the least? Is that some unspoken rule of bards, to never charge ladies for music? If so she'd really like to ask the ones back in Alliria a few questions. How did they even make money like that? She laughed. "From what I've heard, it's sorta impossible to stay mindful while drunk."

Amelia stared in disbelief when the small crowd of patrons simply parted at the playing of his lute. Well, she had heard that bards say they were magical before. She glanced at the minstrel as they walked back to the table. "I uh, forgot to ask your name?" He seemed nice, no sense in referring to him as 'the bard' all the time.

She winced when she saw Aine's reaction to the new guest, smiling awkwardly to try and smooth it over. "H-hey, so, he agreed to play a song." Really, that's all she could think to say? She sat on the chair that her newer acquaintance pulled out for her (how nice!) and scooted back to the table, where she'd left her own meal. She mouthed 'sorry' to Aine for the trouble.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed the same hooded stranger from before. Now with a strange box on his hands, she'd seen things like it before, adventurers brought them to the Dragon's Den sometimes. A few even tried to pay her to get them open. "Is he an adventurer then? He does kind of look like one."

Aineflynn Anubis Finnick

 

[Aineflynn]

OH SHITE! She was wrong; She was very much mistaken. They were moving toward the table. The expression softened just a little as Aine was cursing the fates in her mind, using every word that was considered taboo in her dialect. Aine raised one brow as the sea of people parted for the two; bloody hell, who did they run into the God of all Bards or something.

Once her mind could come out of the shock, Aine quickly adjusted her hood to try and hide her face more as the two approached the table. As she listened to Amelia and how she moved, she felt guilty for making her new friend feel uncomfortable, and she just nodded her head, trying not to say anything to make the situation worse.

Aine's eyes then darted toward The Bard. As his smooth words hit her ears, her mouth dropped open out of sheer embarrassment. Did he just. Is that what she looked like eating, for bugger sake, thank you, GODS, tha fios agad uile air do asal eich ceart? She angrily yelled at them in her head.

Her eyes narrowed not in an angry way but in an I've given up way, trying to hide my beat red dirty face from mortification of the whole situation. Aines shoulders dropped as she slumped back in her chair, taking up the cup, and looked deep within the little bit of liquid still left, wondering if she drank it all, her dignity would be at the bottom of it by chance.

"Yer tay kin'." Aine replied, not wanting to be rude. Her eyes would drift toward Amelia as she mouthed she was sorry, and Aine in returned just made a short nod in response. She noticed Amelia looking to the fellow that now seemed to play with some object. This stranger indeed was an odd creature. Her eyes moved back to the smooth-talking bard that she just felt he was up to no good.

The last time she ran into one of his types, not only did she lose the last bit of coin to take a bath, but he also somehow sweet-talked her into being an alibi from a local baker. That bard had difficulty keeping one's pants up around anything with a pulse, and the Bakers wife was no exception. Aine had finally got some coin and went to get bread from the same baker and surprise. She got banned from the shop due to her association with the arse bard.

In all fairness, she couldn't blame the baker. She'd done the same but still pissed her off. Where was this bard put his pretty toe in the pot to stir up chaos? Vanished the arse, off to the next town, probably, pissing off more people and perhaps contracting diseases, one could hope. She should have cursed the bugger when she had a chance.


Aine slowly came back to the present.

"Sae, ye ur tae play a sang fur uir bonnie amelia, an' which sang woods 'at be?" She asked The Bard, staring now directly at him unwavering, from the shadows. It was as if her piercing look were trying to penetrate his very soul, and they weren't, and really, he wasn't that lucky to have anything violate him in such a manner.

Though now he could see the color of her eyes more clearly, They would remind someone of when a beam of sunshine touches a lone glass of whiskey.

"Amelia it's alrecht if ye want tae gang an' say guid day tae th' fellaw wi' th' box, aam sure uir bard haur, can sin' lood enaw tae hear frae heel, ye willnae miss a hin'?" Aine added, not looking away to address Amelia, her eyes still locked on the pretty boy.

 

[Anubis]

Anubis unlocked the box. He didn't think it would open, he's been trying for months, He pulled out a long silver necklace. HE put it in his bag and threw the box away. He got up and took off his hood. His ears stood partially on end but the hood was bothering him.

He took a drink from his water and went back to writing in his notebook. He watched the people around him and writing in his journal. The air smelled like beer. A big group of people just came in. Anubis got up putting his stuff awa and got up heading for another table near the center to get away from the large group.

 

[Finnick]

"M'lady.. the call of the gentleman is a higher calling." Finnick reassured Amelia. "Ah, the name is Finnick, my dear. Finnick the Amorous, for the stage name."

While Amelia scooted her chair in, he noted the continuing rise of embarrassment in Aine, as well as the growing angst of the crowd. His fingers would move swiftly as they danced along the chords of the lute and each person in the bar would feel a slight calm descend over them.

"My dear.." he would start to reply to Aine. ".. I will be playing the Lady Amelia, a song of her Homeland." The lady with the eyes to nearly match his was glaring at him? No. Studying him? Maybe. "Perhaps the gods will bless me with the words to do your eyes justice in a song." He would add with a smirk. His gaze had remained locked with Aine, though when he addressed Amelia, he would look her way. "Indeed, I can, Lady Amelia."

Aineflynn Amelia Rowe

 

[Amelia Rowe]

Yep, she was upset. Amelia's face fell, why'd she have to be so stupid? Of course Aine didn't want the extra company, she'd seemed anxious about the crowd before. At least Finnick was nice, although for some reason that only seemed to aggravate Aine all the more. "Great job Amelia, this is why the Mistfall's hate you talking to customers."

She bit her lip as she watched the exchange between Aine and Finnick. For some reason, her new friend didn't seem to like bards, or maybe she just didn't like this bard. He did go by 'the amorous' she supposed, maybe she'd heard of him before.

What could she say to smooth this situation over? Surely there's something? Amelia cocked her head when she caught a glimpse of Aine's eyes. She hadn't gotten a good look at them before, but they were gold, like the sun. "Wow, your eyes are beautiful!!" she exclaimed absentmindedly. Only realizing she said that aloud a second later.

Really? That's what she says? She might've just embarrassed Aine more! Amelia cleared her throat. "You know what, you're right. I think I'm going to say hi to the guy with the puzzle box." She laughed awkwardly as she scrambled out of her seat and hurried away again.

... If Aine didn't hate her after this, she'd be surprised.

Amelia set a hand on her forehead and groaned, praying to God she'd think of a solution by the time she got back to the table. She walked over to the hooded stranger and cleared her throat. "Uh, hey there! Sorry to bother you, but I saw that box of yours." She glanced at it. "Oh, you got it open! Where'd you find it?"

Aineflynn Finnick Anubis

 

[Anubis]

"I found it in an old abandoned castle up in the mountains, I'm pretty sure it's dwarven, I got a necklace out of the box," Holds up the necklace to let her see. He watched the girl for a moment then set the necklace down. "It might be from a dwarven royal the marking matches it partially," writes in a journal and puts it away carefully in his bag in a small case.

"go ahead sit," scoots over to give her room. Takes a drink of water. "what's a girl like you doing in a tavern, doesn't seem right," he asks while pulling down his hood and running his hand through his hair and over his ears.

 

[Aineflynn]

It is a higher calling, my ripped breeches, Finnick the Amorous, fitting. Aine thought. The polluted air within the room began to make the hair stand up on her neck. The rest of her body felt as if itty bitty pins were poking her skin. She had felt this once before, and soon her attention drifted down toward Finnick's strumming on his lute. Was Finnick using magic? Her eyes moved quickly to others in the room and noticed how some rowdy patrons had begun to be slightly subdued.

Aine moved her attention back to Finnick as she studied him; why wasn't it affecting her? It could be the curse, some magics don't always work well together, but again she could be enchanted. No, she wasn't feeling calm at all. No, if anything, she was feeling more uncomfortable by the minute. Then, Finnick began to try and charm her.

" Be cannie whit ye wish fur." She was replying with a roll of eyes. Finnick hopefully got the hint that the woman before him was not so easily impressed with such flowering words. Aine moved her eyes toward Amelia, who spoke up and helped permanently keep the rosy color to her cheeks. Aine just stared at her new friend, unable to know what to say. She was taken back and annoyed that Amelia agreed with the Finnick.

As Aine's brain began to work again to try and say something, but it was too late Amelia got up quickly moved away. SHITE!

Look what you did, you silly cow. You're so rude. Aine chid herself as her facial features began to work; softening. She felt so guilty and hoped that the rest of the evening would go better. Her eyes moved back to Finnick, and with a deep breath, she slumped back in the chair. Aine felt so defeated, and she needed to get better at this social thing.

"Mah nam is Awnye, dornt lit me stain in th' way ay yer wark. Finnick." Aine replied, gesturing with her hand.

 

[Finnick]

If Finnick enjoyed the back and forth between the ladies, he wouldn't betray it with an expression. Just a grin that seemed to come and go when talking to the pair. "Oh my dear, if I happened upon a Djinn tomorrow, you could rest assured that one wish would be used for you."

He would continue to play, the flames of the candles now dancing in the tavern. "See? I told you you had beautiful eyes." He would add as Amelia agreed with him before she walked off. When they were alone, he would sit at the table, his voice lowered. "You two must be new friends, you're each worried you've offended the other. Remedy that." He offered.

When she started to say her name, Finnick would lift his hand to give her pause. "Angels have no names. You now remain a muse." He would wink before rising to his feet, his fingers beginning to work along the chords.

Aineflynn Amelia Rowe Anubis

 

[Amelia Rowe]

"Ooh! Really? I've never seen something made for a dwarven royal before." Amelia examined the necklace when the stranger held it up for her. Able to tell what metal it was made from and a little about its craftsmanship. "So, you're an adventurer then?" He could also be an archeologist, she supposed, but that sounded a lot less exciting to her.

She smiled and took a seat when offered, trying to put the embarrassing situation she'd gotten herself into with Aine out of her mind, at least for the moment. Maybe then she'd be able to think of a solution by the time she got back to the table. She held her hand out to the stranger. "I'm Amelia, what's your name?"

Only after sitting did she realize she forget her tea and food back at the table, again. Hopefully cold tea tasted as good as hot tea.

Aineflynn Anubis Finnick

 

[Anubis]

He took her hand and shook it. "my name is Anubis, and no not an adventurer, a bounty hunter, I dabble though," He says setting the necklace down, and starting to sketch it on a piece of paper. " These marks here represent their expertise," he Mumbles to himself and finishes his sketch.

" Sorry for babbling, like to record almost everything," He says turning to her. He runs his hands through his hair. He smiles and turns to her. "People seem to become idiots at taverns so I tend to stay away from them, how about you whats a girl like you doing in a place like this," says and smiles charmingly.

He watches thoughtfully and quietly.

 

[Aineflynn]

Aine's eyes narrowed on Finnick as he interrupted her. Did he just. The October eyes that both he and Amelia thought were so pretty were now boiling like the sun's surface.

" Aam nae a muse, specially nae fur ye, finnick. did anyain ever teel ye tae keep yer big beak it ay other peoples business? " She snapped at him. Aine's tongue was as sharp as any dagger. She leaned forward; she wasn't finished and lowered her voice not to make a scene.

" Ah dunnae kinn whit yer plan is, but yer flowery words wulnae wark oan me ur mah breeches. 'at also goes fur amelia." She added, then finished her drink, setting the cup down on the surface.

Aine's eyes would now drift to where her friend was to make sure she was alright with the fellow; seeing they're having a wonderful time, she looked back to the Finnick, who she was sure was out to steal a coin from her. He'd be stunned as she was broke.

Then a sudden idea of taking off her glove and tapping him on the hand or nose, just a little boop. No, Awnye, that isn't very nice of you; not even your worst enemy deserves to be condemned by you.

 

[Finnick]

Oh, a woman's anger. Few things aroused Finnick such as this. "Unfortunately for you, my dear, you've no control over who is or isn't a muse for me." He would pause his departure as she continued to speak, no doubt thinking her tongue was barbed and dealing immense damage to him by the second. "As a man cursed to travel the road alone, i understand the importance of friendship.. and the clear signs when it is strained. And well, I'm a Bard, I get paid to interfere in others business. I could either offer friendly words in private or... scathing words in song. But, I prefer the friendlier route."

He would wink before grinning. "Dear me, keep your breeches on. I'm not yet done with my show and well, we are in a very public place." Now continuing his departure, he offered a bow. "M'lady Muse." He said with a smirk before disappearing into the crowd, the only sign of him being the sound of his lute.

Aineflynn Amelia Rowe Anubis

 

[Amelia Rowe]

Amelia smiled and waved her hand. "Oh, don't worry about it. I'm told I tend to babble myself sometimes." She glanced at the sketch he was making but didn't know much about it herself. "So, was it bounty hunting or adventuring that led you to this?" She tapped on the puzzle box for emphasis.

Behind her, she heard Aine and Finnick's voices. Eventually ending with Finnick wandering off, although she could still hear his lovely playing. He really was a talented musician, that much was clear. She wondered what Aine's problem with him was.

And speaking of Aine, she wondered when it'd be best to return. Too long and she'd come across as rude, too soon and she might still be upset with her, not to mention it'd be rude to Anubis. How did she get herself into a situation like this? Maybe she could awkwardly position herself between the two tables and trade-off on who she talked to?

Anubis' question snapped her back into focus. "Oh me? I'm making a delivery, it's not my regular job, I'm a blacksmith usually. But my bosses needed to deliver something here, and I volunteered to help! I just finished dropping it off." She glanced at the tavern and shrugged. "Being at the tavern's more of a necessity."

Aineflynn Anubis Finnick

 

[Anubis]

" Bounty, King of a small kingdom needed escorts, hired a bunch of bounty hunters to get him to a meeting and then back, he let us go through his stuff from his personal collection and paid us, really good guy, how old do you think I am," he asks while taking another drink.

"Most people think I'm in my forties to fifties, always say it's the eyes or the clothing," He watches her intently burning her image into his mind. He had a strong memory of faces and letters and numbers. PEople were starting to leave the tavern or head upstairs to go to bed.

 

[Aineflynn]

Aine kept her eyes narrowed on Finnick's as he spoke. You are making it harder and harder not to want to curse you. Aine thought once more as her lips, though pretty, were now pursed together.

"'at wasnae." She tried to reply but was interrupted by him spooning more of his sweet vomit of words, and then he again addressed her as a muse. Oh, if she knew how to use a sword. Her eyes darted toward the fork resting alone next to the empty plate. The itch to stab him was great as her eyes moved back to his backside as he trotted away, satisfied with his little banter.


You could boop him, and it is over with; no one would know, not even your new friend Amelia. Aine's little imp on her shoulder whispered in her ear. No, no, that wouldn't be right. He is just a fun, lovely Bard, who I think has a crush on you. The winged white Cherub whispered in the other ear with a giggle.
HE DOES NOT! Both the imp and Aine shouted at the Cherub at the same time. A small giggle came from the Cherub as the two protested. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. The tiny angel teased as she danced along Aine's shoulder. Aine glared down at the table. SHUT UP! I am not a muse. That walking pile of pixie gas doesn't have a crush on me, nor do I have one on him. He sees me as an easy target as most Bards do; they are just after money, one time lay in the hay, pass on god knows what they have, and move on to the next. Finnick hasn't the capability of knowing what is decent or not. Aine paused in her cognitive thinking as both imp and Cherub stared at her with an extensive grin. The devil leans over to the Cherub. I stand corrected; here is your payment. Cherub accepts it with a nod.

A low growl came from her throat as she stood straight up, sending the chair flying behind her and darted for the front door. She needed air, and she managed to pass Finnick's singing, Amelia and her new companion, and anyone else without touching one soul.

She needed to think clearly and breathe in some fresh air. The Imp and Cherub had long disappeared as she found her way through what was a back door. The front door still had many guests coming and going, so the best option was the back door through the kitchen, which led to the rear garden of the Inn, and other things. She moved through the maze of herbs and veg, trying to regain her thoughts, as she massaged her temples slowly.