30th of spring, 512 AV
Oh, The Drunken Fish. How she loved it. Ale, good conversations, and watching brawls. A perfect place for her. Except this time, she was the one in the brawl, and it wasn't looking good for her.
She grunted as the man slammed her into the wall, shouts coming from the others as she elbowed him in the stomach, blood dripping from her nose and split lip. She didn't even remember how the fight had started.
Spitting blood onto the floor, she managed to duck a fist aimed at her face, scampering away from him, panting. Fun was fun, but she had a bad feeling this wasn't going to end well. Damn her stubborn nature. The man landed a sharp blow to her side, and she grunted, staggering back. His fist collided with her face, high up on her cheek, and she could feel the skin split where a ring he was wearing cut her.
That was going to bruise nicely. Her knee came up, hitting him square in the groin as she butt her head into his face, glad he wasn't too much taller than she was. She heard him swear, and hoped his nose was broken as she scrambled back.
Suddenly, a heavy hand landed on her shoulder. "Easy there girl," A gruff voice said, and she looked up to see a grizzled, older man. "Keep this up, you're going to end up with more than just a split lip and cut cheek," He told her.
The man she'd been fighting was watching, panting. The older man said something to him, though Aeryna wasn't paying attention, wiping at the blood leaking from her nose. She supposed being a girl had it's advantages. If she'd been a man, likely he'd have sat and watched her be beaten to a bloody pulp. Then again, maybe if she was a man she'd be a little bit better at this.
The man she'd been brawling began to laugh, and shook his head. "You fight good, for a girl," He said, with some amusement, blood dripping from his nose as well. "Buy me an ale and I'll call it even," He said, watching her. Disgruntled, Aery reached for her coins, and tossed him four copper mizas, one at a time, though she was glad he was someone who was easily reasoned with. Much more of that and she'd have likely blacked out, though she didn't care to admit it.
She made her way over to the bar, sitting down beside a man who she didn't bother to even look at, thanking the bartender when he tossed her an old rag to wipe the blood off her face with.
Dabbing at her split lip, then proceeding to wipe the blood from the cut on her cheek and from her nose, she stretched, her side aching where she'd been punched, as she finally began to catch her breath. She really had to work on her fighting.
Flexing her fingers, she finally glanced curiously at the man she'd sat beside, tying her hair back out of her face to try and cool off. He had longish dark hair, with just as dark eyes. Shrugging to herself, she leaned back, holding the rag to her cheek to try and staunch the trickle of blood. She was beginning to hurt now that the adrenaline was wearing off, and boy, she was going to be sore tomorrow.
Glancing at the man once more, she found herself intrigued by him. She couldn't say why. In a friendly, somewhat wry and playful tone, she leaned toward him slightly and asked, "I don't suppose you know anything about healing, do you?" She offered a crooked grin, her eyes somewhat sheepish.
She waited for a response, watching him. That was Aeryna for you. She had no qualms with striking up conversations with complete and utter strangers. You could find some interesting people like that, and if there was one thing Aery loved, it was having an engrossing conversation with intriguing individuals. |
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by Aeryna Seaworth on April 22nd, 2012, 9:29 pm