Thus, she'd brought them back to Old Rose Harbour, back to where it had all started. It meant that she would be trapped once again by the waterside but this time, she had chosen to stay, not been forced to. Admittedly, she didn't have a huge choice in the matter - she could suffer or her mother could suffer and then she'd suffer by proxy - so she had chosen the lesser of two evils by choosing her mother's well-being over her own happiness. Still, two days in the harbour and her head was already done in.
She'd been sharing Coca Tea with the woman, using it herself for its hallucinogenic qualities while her mother used it for pain. She'd been careful with it herself, only taking tiny amounts of it, only using it when she wanted to practice scrying or some other tricky divination method. Nazia was the primary user really, the one who needed it for pain, although thankfully . They were starting to run very low on it but thankfully, she knew a local supplier, one who was reliable and who she wasn't averse to seeing again.
It was what had brought her back to the same bar, a similar meeting set up with Eon although this time, she was a little better prepared. For one thing, she actually had some coin this time but she had an ace up her sleeve; the witch intended to bring him to meet her mother. If she showed him the dependency that the woman had on her, let him understand her need for the drugs he could provide then he'd realise that they were joined together and they would always return to him. The Mug wanted him to know that if he entrusted her with some of his business, helping him out where she could then she could actually be trusted. Aziza needed him but she could technically take her needs elsewhere if he chose to be difficult.There was no reason why they couldn't have a mutually beneficial relationship though.
The young woman wasn't wholly certain how this meeting would go. There was no reason why they couldn't simply... carry on as if nothing had occurred between them back in Loshis. It had been business - quite pleasurable business, she had no shame in admitting - and the witch wasn't one to be shy or overly modest. Still, the man probably hadn't expected to see her again so she wondered if there might be some awkwardness or if he'd be all right dealing with her. Aziza was hopeful that everything would be all right.
When she spotted him, the wick stood, moving forward unthinkingly as if to embrace him but she stopped short, giving a little bow in greeting as she grinned at him.
"Hesta, far'ye?" she greeted, pushing back some errant braids that had swung in front of her face as she bowed. She had to take a moment to think about her speech, consciously cutting back on her use of Tek for his sake. "I'm glad you're here. I wanted to bring you somewhere. Will you come?" she asked, making a beckoning gesture as she went to step around him. If he was willing to follow her then she would start leading the way to where she'd parked her kint.