Spring 16 513 AV 20 Bell
Lucy glided into the rearing stallion, giddy and on her feet. She arrived very late and wasn't surprised to see all the tables by the fire taken up. So, she headed to a table in a corner that was a few feet away from the stage. A sweet lute played from on stage, enchanting it's listeners making the rearing stallion's patrons converse in low whispers. She sat back in her chair, more then happy to be out of the pastures but her sea salty smell seemed to have mixed permanently with that of a stables. She sighed, stretching her arms as the waitress came over to take her order. Instead, she asked the lady for the date because like most Svefra Lucy had a distorted sense of time where she needed the sun and the moon to tell.
"Why it's the 16th of spring." The waitress said and Lucy's hand nearly dropped the menu. 'I missed my own birthday!' She slapped her forehead and the waitress left, annoyed that Lucy had ignored her. "I forgot to go to the sea and give Laviku my blessings. forgot to pray at the temple, and forgot to throw myself a party. It's not like I know many people though..." She murmured to herself so only those near by could hear. Lucy sighed and leaned back in her chair, the low murmurs turned into loud shouts because the lute player was on break.
Lucy ignored the shouts and began to play with the ring on her left hand. 'I miss you, mother.' She ticked her tongue on the top of her mouth in distaste at her own thoughts. The waitress came back and asked for her order again. "A mug of what ever ale you have in stock." Lucy said and the waitress returned under a minute with a dark ale. Lucy gave her a small miza and she left. Lucy downed half the mug and set it down on the table, her vision already a bit fuzzy.