by Iris Dove on December 1st, 2010, 4:11 pm
"Sir, I am sorry for my french, but if you do not move your hand from my fucking shoulder I will bite it off, quite literally," Miya said the man placed his hand on her shoulder. *Proverbial Epic Facepalm* Why oh why did I ever so much as consider going anywhere with her? Iris wondered to herself as she sank in her seat some more. PLEASE OH PLEASE DON'T LET HER MAKE A SCENE. If she is a kelvic, which I'm pretty sure she is, this can only end one way; badly. And as much as I probably should help her, and would probably wind up being forced to side with her because we're here in this nasty old bar together, I'm not so sure how much of a help I'd be. It's not like I'm much for fighting, even in my Kelvic form, after all, it's a java dove. What am I supposed to do, poke people's eyes out? And it's not like I have a weapon or anything. But then again, 99.9% of the people in this bar are drunk. Ehhh, ok, maybe we would make it out of here alive, should it come to that.
Iris sat in her seat, trembling slightly. She hoped that no one noticed how nervous she was, because it was bound to get worse. Miya must have noticed, because she put her hands on Iris' lap, and then whispered, "I'm not quite sure... I was thinking about Syliras, to be honest!" Iris was shaking like a leaf at this point. "Really? I was just there, well the wildlands mainly," Iris whispered back, remembering how much she despised the city, how contained it made her feel.