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“Just a few minutes, I promise!” Tired and haggard from the trip, she just wants a few minutes to freshen up. To fix her hair. To look nice, for a change. A bath! Oh web and weave she wants a bath! “I’ll meet you there, at the bistro.”
The water is heavenly, like silk over her wind-chafed skin. She could luxuriate in it for hours. Maybe even sleep. She jumps with a start! Too easy to drift off in dreams, but not here. Not now. Not alone. With a sigh she grabs a towel and blessedly clean clothing. Her hair twists itself out, then releases, a cloak of melted gold down her back. Over and over again, until it’s mostly dry. She twirls it into curls up on her head, a shiny cascade left to fall down one side. It is too girly for her, but she makes the attempt. She wants to take her time, do more, look better, but she’s hungry, and Barrie is waiting.
The laughter calls to her, but not as much as the delicious scent of whatever they’ve got on the fire tonight, and both pale compare to… She shakes her head with a laugh and speeds her step.
It's busy. Full of life. Too noisy, perhaps, a good place to get used to the living again. Dandi tries to make her way through the door, through the laughing crowds. and I thought coming in the back way would be easier.
On the far side of the room, there's a growl, and some loudmouthed storyteller slurs drunkenly at the crowds.
"...were! In the belly of the earth, searching for a rare blade indeed!” Dandi shakes her head with a laugh. It's Barrie. She would never think him capable of such boldness. But its good, isnt? She jumps, floats up to try to see, but the crowds are thick on the ground, and the smoke thick above them.
She slips through the crowds, skills from her youth coming in good stead as she slides one way, and nudges someone else to the other side.
Never a good reader of the people, it takes a moment to realize the tide is turning ugly. A woman screams and then another. "Hey Now!" grumbles a voice and a huge pile of a man lurches to his feet.
An icy wave of shock washes through her veins. Barrie-Barael... pawing at the waitress, his hand between her legs pulling some silver shining thing and waving it for all to see.
She freezes. Only for a moment, but hasn't she learned by now that a moment is too long?
"...eat, crap, and sleep, and for what?! So that your blood will satiate the gods of pain and torture! So that your souls will nourish nightmare hags!! You sheep, who wouldn’t recognize a wolf even if it walked right up and..”
His teeth, those same teeth that terrified her so long ago (was it only a week or three? truly?) snap! into the flesh of a huge man that tried to interfere.
"BARRIE!" She panics. Inside, she is a thousand places at once and none of them useful, none of them helpful. It is Kleestad all over again, and there is no Fondo to blame for it now.
"Out of my WAY!!!" She does not say it twice, and they don't wait for a second time. Not sheep, but cockroaches, the patrons flee, giving her room. What does it take to be a monster in Kaer Maga?!?!?! Whatever it is, they feel it in the room and flee.
Her hair whips about, the delicate twisted curls straightening of their own accord. Her feet leave the floor and her eyes glow as she whispers.
"Zastavit ... ve jménu lásky ... před zlomit mé srdce!"
The spell leaves her lips in a rush, full of desperation and insistence and fear. Her hands tremble. Her feet never touch the floor as she rushes to his side.
Someone, the proprietor? moves to intercept, but whatever he sees in her eyes makes him reconsider...
"Barrie...it's time to go." Her hair wraps round him, gathers him closer than close, as she tries to fly....