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The door creaked loudly as she pushed against it, bringing in the light with her from outside. Mismatched chairs still scattered about, but not as full as usual. The flow of patrons hadn’t picked up yet for the day. Her barstool screeched, per usual, against the floor as she pulled it out. Plopping her frame into she waved to the faces that were quickly becoming familiar. She’d been in the Kelp Bar more lately than she would’ve liked. The beer was expensive, although she didn’t mind the flavor or strength of it, she didn’t want to go down the road of a drunk. Today was going to be a day of restraint, no beer for her.
Having told Melody to meet her here, she been at the bar a couple times this week, trying to catch her and see if she’d actually show back up with her mother. Fire hadn’t heard anything new, no one could identify someone on such little information. Since living on the streets were pretty well forbidden in this city it was even more difficult to find a stray, more so than it would’ve been in Sunberth. There you knew they’d be either in an alley, tent city or the orphanage. Zeltiva was a vast place, she was not completely familiar with it or the people that resided in it.
After a few bells and chit chatting with the blue eyed bar keep Fire decided she was going to call today, that today wasn’t going to be the day that Melody showed up. Withdrawing from the stool, pushing it up to the bar, she began to make her way toward the door. Sun filtered in as the door began to open and the bright blonde hair haloed a familiar face. The frustrations of wasted time came out on a rush of breath, a hand came up to the hip, “Finally you show up. I’ve been waiting around for days for you. Have you found anything?”
Grabbing a nearby stool, dropping into Fire motioned to the other chairs at the table so that her and Melody could discuss the next step in things. They had to move past just asking people, maybe take a bit more action. Eyes watched as Melody moved into the bar, an older woman with white hair and dark brown eyes followed behind her. Firenze assumed that this must be the mother that she spoke of. The women sat around the table, facing each other, a word not spoken, just eyes inspecting each other.
“Mother this is Firenze,” Melody looked to the white haired woman and pointed to Fire, “Firenze this is my mother, Misha.” This time looking to Firenze, she waved a hand toward Misha. Fire reached a hand over the table top toward the woman, trying to make the introduction as pleasant as possible. The look on the woman’s face had her hesitating slightly, a scowl darkening the features, deepening the ever growing wrinkles.
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The door creaked loudly as she pushed against it, bringing in the light with her from outside. Mismatched chairs still scattered about, but not as full as usual. The flow of patrons hadn’t picked up yet for the day. Her barstool screeched, per usual, against the floor as she pulled it out. Plopping her frame into she waved to the faces that were quickly becoming familiar. She’d been in the Kelp Bar more lately than she would’ve liked. The beer was expensive, although she didn’t mind the flavor or strength of it, she didn’t want to go down the road of a drunk. Today was going to be a day of restraint, no beer for her.
Having told Melody to meet her here, she been at the bar a couple times this week, trying to catch her and see if she’d actually show back up with her mother. Fire hadn’t heard anything new, no one could identify someone on such little information. Since living on the streets were pretty well forbidden in this city it was even more difficult to find a stray, more so than it would’ve been in Sunberth. There you knew they’d be either in an alley, tent city or the orphanage. Zeltiva was a vast place, she was not completely familiar with it or the people that resided in it.
After a few bells and chit chatting with the blue eyed bar keep Fire decided she was going to call today, that today wasn’t going to be the day that Melody showed up. Withdrawing from the stool, pushing it up to the bar, she began to make her way toward the door. Sun filtered in as the door began to open and the bright blonde hair haloed a familiar face. The frustrations of wasted time came out on a rush of breath, a hand came up to the hip, “Finally you show up. I’ve been waiting around for days for you. Have you found anything?”
Grabbing a nearby stool, dropping into Fire motioned to the other chairs at the table so that her and Melody could discuss the next step in things. They had to move past just asking people, maybe take a bit more action. Eyes watched as Melody moved into the bar, an older woman with white hair and dark brown eyes followed behind her. Firenze assumed that this must be the mother that she spoke of. The women sat around the table, facing each other, a word not spoken, just eyes inspecting each other.
“Mother this is Firenze,” Melody looked to the white haired woman and pointed to Fire, “Firenze this is my mother, Misha.” This time looking to Firenze, she waved a hand toward Misha. Fire reached a hand over the table top toward the woman, trying to make the introduction as pleasant as possible. The look on the woman’s face had her hesitating slightly, a scowl darkening the features, deepening the ever growing wrinkles.
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