Emersyn felt the weight of her father's disapproving presence heavy on her shoulders tonight. Especially now while the grullo was cooling her heels in the darkest reaches of the bar. It was quite late and only the barflies remain behind for Emersyn to distract herself with. Directly behind her, a pale blue and gold mare, a little mature for Emersyn's choice of company, really. To the right, two figures in black on the opposite end of the bar where she sat (did they have wings? horns? or was it a dragon?). Ahead of her was the ever vigilant server, cute for pink horse with purple hair, but far too naïve for Emersyn to want to commit a conversation to.
Another? Jules, the tender suggested? Another, Emersyn agreed.
She kept it simple with Jules, just as disinterested in the magic being used to pour and mix drinks as much as she was in the people. The people, much to Emersyn's comfort, seemed to feel the same way about the outsider. The grullo stood out for being so mundane against a candy colored crowd, a tall, lean, ghostly gray horse. Aside from her bald face and black striped cheeks she was quite handsome although plain. On her person, she wore no bangles, no chains, no scarves, cloaks, or daggers.
It makes it more easier to have a successful mission when you are not worrying about what belongs to you, only what belongs to them. Nicolai's breath was as real as the breeze against the back of her neck. Magic carted the mug out from underneath her nose so that it could be filled again. It was hard for Emersyn to not give the server a severe look with her suffocatingly deep blue eyes which looked black in the din of the room. If she wanted to keep getting served, she ought to deal with it. Just as she did when 'Jules' decided to think she was serving a man by calling Emersyn "Sir" and "Mister Emersyn".
So she did.
Nicolai knew and always said, that it would do Emersyn well to understand this New World after witnessing such a queer and perverse sight of physics in the wilds of the island(lack there of, actually). It was tactful and wise, to apprehend such magic and learn to use it herself. Most of all, to make sure she knew it well, like the way she knew her weapon, or how to breathe. There was nothing she could do without knowing he was there, dead or alive.
Nicolai was nothing but a personal demon, a specter of her active, rampant thoughts. He was a tall dark figure resembling something between a wild oak and a frightening shadow out of the corner of her eye - no eyes, just a mouth that liked to say all the things she did not want to hear. Everything was between a dull slur with the occasional thumping of a foot followed by resounding laughter to interrupt Nicolai's criticisms. He was particularly active tonight because she turned and ran from the island faster than the turn of a second at the sight of suspended time.
Her ears attentively swiveled to catch the faintest noises in between the chaos, the softest huff of a breath, the sound of liquid filling glass. She entertained herself quietly, eyes focused on a singular vale of glass containing a bright blue liquid. In the firelight it was green, sometimes brown, whenever Jules moved through the light to keep glasses full. Every time she filled, she concerned herself with the crystalline sound the spirits made when they hit their container and nothing else. A conditioning exercise to keen the senses while enjoying the warm buzz of her drinks without being too numb.
Glass, ceramic, bored wood, or maybe even copper, the last cup filled before someone entered the bar sounded like wood but the soldier's attention shifted entirely towards the door. A cool summer breeze and the smell of bonfire and jasmine rolled through the intimate space, everyone looked, even the squaddie herself. Emersyn called for a shot over her shoulder and could not gage the newest arrival. Yessir Mister Emersyn, and Jules was off to get something down off the topshelf. The fire on the surface of the spirit lit up her eyes like two cat eyes as they leered hard at the stranger. It was hard not to feel sized up by Emersyn's critical stare but she looked away eventually. Only to staunch the flame on her drink and saddle her teeth around the rim of the glass. She knocked it back easily and without the same magic most everyone else was using around her. Emersyn was still unwoken by Tempus's gift.
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