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16 Summer, 515 AV
Sliding into her seat, she grabbed the mug of ale on the table. It was her first time here, but the day had warranted a stiff drink. She’d tried her hand at hunting again today and things hadn’t really gone as planned. The scratches her forearms weren’t deep but they stung well enough. Thankfully, she’d stopped what she was doing when she’d realized that she’d tried to grab the animal from a cockabur bush. It’d taken hours to pick them from her hair, the most frustrating time she’d ever had with her hair, even when her hair was usually a tangled mess it wasn’t as tedious as picking out the cockaburs.
She’d had to wash and apply some of the golden powder before she came out and that took her even longer to get ready. So by the time that she’d gotten to the bar, her lunch missed and still running around to live another day, her stomach growled hard and loud in protest. The barmaid had brought her beverage, and when she’d asked to get some food the woman pointed to the sign behind the bar, “That’s all we got.” She couldn’t exactly afford to spend money carelessly as it wasn’t coming in as fast as it was going out, but she needed to eat, the beverage would do for now but it wouldn’t sate the hunger long.
Fire was already there, already had a drink, she might as well finish it and then look elsewhere for food. She looked up as it felt that eyes were on her, and they were. One brow lifted as she looked around, eyeing the few other patrons. Some of them looked away, others didn’t and openly stared. She hadn’t noticed before but she was one of the very few females that were in there. It didn’t seem like anyone was making a move toward her but as the same time she had an unease in her stomach.
Keeping her eyes on the room, the wall to her back as she wobbled in the chair with one leg too short, she placed the mug to her lips. She’d not tried kelp beer before but she’d hoped that it was similar to the ale that she’d had in Sunberth. Taking a pull, the salty liquid flowed into her mouth, she choked it down in one gulp. The scent of fish, salty water and other very potent mixtures that she didn’t know flooded her nostrils, it felt as though she practically stuck her face into the ocean and sniffed. Sputtering a little, she coughed and tears came to her eyes. The stuff was potent. Some of the people who’d been watching her chuckled at the reaction.
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16 Summer, 515 AV
Sliding into her seat, she grabbed the mug of ale on the table. It was her first time here, but the day had warranted a stiff drink. She’d tried her hand at hunting again today and things hadn’t really gone as planned. The scratches her forearms weren’t deep but they stung well enough. Thankfully, she’d stopped what she was doing when she’d realized that she’d tried to grab the animal from a cockabur bush. It’d taken hours to pick them from her hair, the most frustrating time she’d ever had with her hair, even when her hair was usually a tangled mess it wasn’t as tedious as picking out the cockaburs.
She’d had to wash and apply some of the golden powder before she came out and that took her even longer to get ready. So by the time that she’d gotten to the bar, her lunch missed and still running around to live another day, her stomach growled hard and loud in protest. The barmaid had brought her beverage, and when she’d asked to get some food the woman pointed to the sign behind the bar, “That’s all we got.” She couldn’t exactly afford to spend money carelessly as it wasn’t coming in as fast as it was going out, but she needed to eat, the beverage would do for now but it wouldn’t sate the hunger long.
Fire was already there, already had a drink, she might as well finish it and then look elsewhere for food. She looked up as it felt that eyes were on her, and they were. One brow lifted as she looked around, eyeing the few other patrons. Some of them looked away, others didn’t and openly stared. She hadn’t noticed before but she was one of the very few females that were in there. It didn’t seem like anyone was making a move toward her but as the same time she had an unease in her stomach.
Keeping her eyes on the room, the wall to her back as she wobbled in the chair with one leg too short, she placed the mug to her lips. She’d not tried kelp beer before but she’d hoped that it was similar to the ale that she’d had in Sunberth. Taking a pull, the salty liquid flowed into her mouth, she choked it down in one gulp. The scent of fish, salty water and other very potent mixtures that she didn’t know flooded her nostrils, it felt as though she practically stuck her face into the ocean and sniffed. Sputtering a little, she coughed and tears came to her eyes. The stuff was potent. Some of the people who’d been watching her chuckled at the reaction.
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