Walking through uptown Vienda at this time of day, was way less dangerous than it would have been had she been walking through the dives. It had her own dangers for her, a human, but the quiet and cleanliness had lured her up there none the less. The promise of a drink on her lips and a well-lit pub waited to be kept, as she turned a sharp corner and found her self face to face with rough looking entrance to what she, on nights like these, had found to be her own sacred paradise. She would be able to be left alone, being an uninteresting human, and she could sit in silence pondering and relaxing. Enjoy the vast smell of tobacco and cologne, never found in the dives.
She pushed open the deceiving door, being met with a warm light bouncing off her hair resembling the dawn, where the sun would color the sky in orange and red hues. Standing still for a moment while the door closed behind her, she gazed over the lack of people in there. Seems like the goddess were in her favor. Swinging the black cloak off her shoulders in a graceful manner and hanging it up on a hanger near the door in almost one movement, almost made it seem like she belonged here. She breathed in the woody and masculine fragrance of the place and let both the silence and the soft tunes of the place, before she made her way towards the outermost barstool with the plush red seat. She knew that to get service she would have to speak first. Even if they weren’t hostile, they seemed to have bad eyesight when it came to human customers.
She approached the barstool in a graceful manner, aware that eyes were following her every move. She was a rare sight in a place like this, and though the eyes of galdori on her made her hairs on her arms stand, it was one thing that she would have to live with. The curious glances were something to get used to, and it wouldn’t be too long before something more interesting would be the center of the attention anyway. At least they found themselves too good to strike up a conversation with her.
She sat down, the metal cone dangling lightly on her side almost as a warning, and looked straight at the bartender, using the confused glance of his to capture his eyes. ” Gioran Whiskey, please, on the rocks” she bared her teeth in a smile, that was all but friendly. The please were clearly only used as a formality, and the tone of her voice made it clear that she wasn’t asking- She was ordering.
The bartender was ripped out of his confused stare, and right into the reality where he realized that he had to serve a human. He nodded vaguely, putting down the long clean glass he had been polishing. As the bartender began preparing her drink, she moved her glance from him and to the array of bottles decorating the back wall behind the bar. Her finger absentmindedly drew a circle on the marble bar mirroring the music in its movements. As the drink was placed before her in a crystal glass, she slightly nodded without looking at the bartender moving her glance to her drink instead. She lifted the drink to her lips, and took a tiny sip savouring the quality of what she was served.
She didn’t have enough money to treat herself like this often, and though the drink weren’t expensive, it was a moderate price that were asked. So, she savoured every note of the whiskey, as she got lost in her own thoughts. It had been a long month, first the girl with the hair of a terri bird’s feathers, and then the shopkeeper of the Woven Delights on the street of Painted ladies. She felt like she had possibly experienced more things in the past weeks than she had in all of the past year. And she was exhausted. More than usual. So, she had tried escaping into enemy territory, hoping that she could, just for a moment, let her world go. Counting on the Galdori prejudices to leave her alone, just for a single moment. Come, gentle night.