Ana entered the small bar, a calm, tired smile on her face as she held her cloak tightly around her. The dark circles were heavily growing around her eyelids day by day, but, she was not fazed by the predicament. If sleep did not want her, she would gladly do without it- do without anything lurking in the murkiness of her subconscience mind; and with that she seemed more relaxed than usual, not as edgy, even as she walked past many of the residents with hands occupyed with the cloak to prevent the stray stickiness of her small fingers. For having been in the Spires so long, it had felt like a third nature to her habits, there was no plotting, or planning, nor conspired doom against her person for being apart of a formerly known affiliation called the Crimson Edge.
It was... Such a freedom she had only ever felt now, as brief as it would be.
Though, her second nature was to walk swiftly, and with a crowd and use such advantages to remain unnoticed by any prying eyes. Such a habit was now unbreakable as she weaved through the sparse residents and visitors; the flutter of her black cloak masking most of her thin figure and most of the bob of her head from behind because of the overtly large hood, lightly stepping around occupants and choosing a retreatful far sided corner near the bar, contemplating on what to order as the aroma of luncheon foods were being made. Sitting down and sighing, Ana didn't have much free time and Jakobi didn't help in the long run either, being so over-protective of her, it was criminal.
This won't take long.. It's only lunch anyways, Ana thought to herself quietly as she looked over to Kashal and asked for the lunch special of the day, politely.
Watching as the Jamoura walked away, Ana began to observe the room and its occupants talking, another habit of hers. Always know the way out if a time ever required you to think of one, this habit, or rather another rule of her habits coexisted with always knowing who is in the room and if they will be detrimental or vital to an escape (she's never stopped coming up with grandeous escape plots.) What she saw made her pale quickly, making her look very gaunt with the dark circles under her eyes. Ximal. All she could do was stare, and eventually... Their eyes met, Ana's head shuttering downwards in direction as the chills crawled up her spine. Reminding her of so much, she had only gotten a brief glance of his face but it was enough to send her into a spiralling paranoid state.
Looking back up as Kashal had called a cheery greeting to her, setting the lunch on Anas table and then bursting into a low tone, deep, and beautiful song. It was... Calming to say the least, but reminded Ana as well to keep herself level headed as best as she could. Slowly, her limbs moved, and she was eating slowly, trying to focus on anything that wasn't Ximal, anything at all, and hope for the best he didn't recognize her or come over to her. Hopefully. Small, silent prayers went up from her head, to any god or goddess, anyone of them would do for Ana! Please don't let this turn out badly...
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