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She wanders along the path, Mischief and Noasha tumbling teapot over toes behind her. Their antics cannot help but make her smile, although anything else would be hard pressed uopon that countenance! Light of heart and ever curious, a smile was much more consistant. She paused a moment, ears alert and eyes bright. "Shush y'two! I do think I hear voices. Make yourselves scant!" As she pulled the fur collar over the raven curls, Noasha, ever the obedient one, popped beneith the folds of her skit. Mischief, ever the disobedient one, parked in the middlt of the path to listen, the long ears twitching with the wind and possible voices. Her ruby lips drew in tighter as the emeral eyes flashed. "Get yourself where tis safe Michief! Right NOW!" The little cabbot seemed more bent on the building in the distance and whatever it held than his mistress's orders. One ear perked now, while the other folded down across his face. She deftly plucked him up and sequestered him within her cape. "YE gods an lil'fishies, y'are a rude little snip of an animal! Now be quiet and STILL! D'no' so much as twitch a whisker!" Knowing he could only push the lass so far, the cabbot snugled in the crook of her arm beneith the hides and fur. She swept along the path's edge now, warry of anyone that might stray past. The volcano now rose in the distance, and her hear skipped a beat. Though unsure of what lay ahead, the memories swelled within her heart and eyes. Could this be? No, surely not. It seemed all were lost in the flick of an eye so long ago! And yet.. the pert little nose wrinkled as she whispered to herslf "Wha' kind 'o magics would rise from the ashes?! A powerful one, to be sure! We will no' be crossing that one's path! A mighty one."

As she drew nearer to what must surely be a tevern, she could hear the voices rumbling within. She knew none of them but could hear their chatter and laughter as if wafted from the building....

Edited Sep 9, 2021

Dragon Eye, though not known to her as such, was raising tarnation about the conditions within the estabglisment, and something about sticky hands in his beard, with Markus and Erasmus chiming in with no hestiataion. Reginald was there as well, to conribute his pennies' worth! But then the Elfin ears gave a twitch and she hesitated, her foot stopping in midair. There was talk of gods and paths and things gone past it seemed. As Davres and Cristin conversed in lower tones than the halogens of cleanliness. Mishief sensed her discomfrot and his little nose pocked through the cape's opening "Get back little one!" she whsipered. "Those are words t'be both wary of, and t'listen closely to. Let's say we do just tha', yes? Y'two stay close and QUIT!" She hissed at them, in a scoding tone prompted by her love for them rather than any real anger. For she had now crossed the distance and stood ever so quietly at the door, her eyes being able to peek just through the crack between the massive door and its hinges. There at the bar she saw 3 folks handling and discussing stones of some sort. Whatever sort they were, she could see them pulse with hidden power against the flesh of their palms or, when set down, they shot beams of color, brightness, and whatever magic they held skittering across the polished wood of the table! For a moment the shinning green eyes rested upon them. She had never seen such things in her previous land or travels. She whispered to herself "Aye, great gods an' lil' fishies, I think 'tis a coven a'wizards in there! But they all don't seem such, but yet they do...." She pondered, nose wrinkled, until she realized that the air was filled with a lovely aroma. Her eyes left the stones to linger on the kettle cooking within the fireplace. "Well, we will hope for kindness, or at tha least tolerance. I could certainly do with a bite o'whate'er tis tha' brews in tha' kettle!" Mischief looked up at her quetioningly about the decision. She gave a small shrug "I don't see many other options luv, so let it be.."

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That said, she pulled herself a bit taller - nearly hitting 5 feet, but not quite. For an Elf she was extremely small in stature. Primarily due to the mixed races of her parents. She had never let it dictate her life though. She flew through with abundance and delight, usually feet first! She pulled the hood of her cape down a bit farther, hoping that she could slip in quieitly and get a small repast before continuing to...where? She had not decided yet. Wherever her footsteps took her. A small shiver ran the length of her spine. This could mayhap be an adventure! One never really knows until they are actually adventuring, does it not go so? The raven curls defied her best efforts to tame them, wisping out here and there, her eyes shinning emeralds at the very though! With another little wrinkle of her nose and a small "Whate'er..." to Mischief, she pushed the large door open just enough to allow herself to slip in quitely. She moved quickly to the empy side the bar which - to her chagrin - was the fathest area from the door. She kept her face low, her eys hidden under the heavy black lashes while they considered the establishment. Just so, she slipped quitly along the length of the room, drawing near the kettle of scrummptious whatever, head kept low as she explored the situation. She gingerly took a seat. The stool was tall, and Noasha was hidden in the cloth of her skirsts. Her moves were measured to allow the tiny dragon safety. Being a clever little beast, it had no problem hoping to occupy a rail on the stool as it perched beneith the cloth. Once settled her feet were easlily a foot off the floor, but it did not phase her. She captured some coins from a purse that hung at the slim waist and set them upon the bar. A grog would taste oh so lovely, and that kettle! Well, that was a must! As surreptitiously as she could, she raised a hand to catch the barkeep's eye, smiling as one of the tavern workers came to her aid.

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It was a gal with a braid of matted hair wound upon her head as if to be some kind of crown. Her voice was deep and cutting, a voice that had undoubtedly quelled many a frisky patron or just kept the company rolling. Who knew. She wiped a "clean" rag across the bar in front of Desi, then rested her meaty forarms on the bar and asked "So wha' would yer pleasure be miss? A'least I think' y'are a miss, yes? Tis hard t'tell as their aint much of ya from what I can see, and tha's not much! Are y'a wisp or just a fay slippin' through? Or both?!" She seemed to think that poking so at the little elf with her "wit" was quite hillarious, and she bent her head back and belowed out a peel of laughter. "Jes wha' we got in here, hm? Le's have a look!" Desi closed her eys, the black lashes fanning her now flaming cheeks, which felt easily as hot as the fire across the room, and drew a deep, calming breath. She had hoped to remain a silent diner. She felt Mischief stir against her as she held him tightly with one hand. The other reached up and layed the hood back, the black curls springing forth, her lips red and terse, and those emerald eyes flashing! "See here ya daft wench, I am just in for a bit a'wha'er is cookin' in tha' kettle there. I do NO' need such an investigation nor inventory from one such as yerself. Now, if y'PLEASE! Grog and a large bowl a'tha' " her head flicking to indicate the kettle. "An' I'll have yer LARGEST bowl if y'please...or e'en if ya don't!!" Obviously the breath had not worked, as her words came out in a hiss and sputter. She mumbled a bit about being far bigger and bolder than any wandering sprite or fairy floating around. But she felt Mischief begin to stir again due to her own aggitation. Her words were just loud enough for the barmaid to hear, or at least she hoped so!

Edited Sep 10, 2021

But the woman took no offense at them, and began fetching the victuals, singing in a husky voice some ditty about dragons preferring to eat virgins or some such nonsense. Desdimona was not interested. She wiped a hand across her face as if to remove the red from her cheeks and the anger from her lips. The delicate ears twitched now and again as she heard the conversations drifing about. Yes, this could definitiely be an adventure! Her heart lept at the idea, and her brain plopped it right back down to the ground! "Well, we shall see, indeed we shall........"

She sat quietly, observing the various patrons in the tavern. More than anything she plowed through the stew. Though the bowl was indeed the size of a serving dish, she moved through it, savoring each bite. The grog had gone down easily as well! With the utmost care she scooped out small pieces of meat and vegetables, taking them in her hand and feeding her two charges. Noasha took those that interested her and tentatively tasted, and then ate what she found tasty. Primarily the carrots and other gourd meats that had been added. Mischief took no such daintiness, and scoffed down whatever was offered. It was an entertainment for her while she eyed the group....