Day 1, Of Summer 513
Her feet automatically brought her to the bar stools that lined the counter and she sat, taking a good look at the collection of ale and beer. She normally would have gone for a plate to eat around that time, but Crona knew her stomach wouldn't be able to pallet something warm in that kind of hot weather. She waved her hand at the woman behind the bar as her mind quickly decided on what it wanted. "I'll take a mug of Ale please, I swear the heat is trying to turn me into a raisin." The woman chuckled before heading off in the direction to get her order. Crona laid her forehead on the cool wood of the bar, dreading each second as it got warmer from her body heat. By the four or fifth time she had moved it to a cooler spot her mug was set in front of her. The blond reached inside of her front pocket for the silver miza she had stored there that morning and handed it to the bartenders outstretched hand. After she paid she reached out her hands and wrapped them around both sides of the mug, letting them cool down on the condensation around the glass. When the water warmed to a room temperature she picked it up and took a swig, trying her best not to down the cool liquid all at once. She set down the mug after the first few sips, so she wouldn't be tempted to drink anymore, when the sound of the stool next to her scraped the ground as it was being pulled out by another customer. She sincerely hoped the stranger wouldn't be one of those silent types that lurked around and kept to themselves. Not that she minded them, they just made her uncomfortable when they sat next to her. A yawn ripped from her throat and she stretched, the heat of the day making her drowsy. "Man am I tired." |