Timestamp: Day 23rd of Fall, AV 510 Location: The Red Diamond |
Ykala grunted lightly as she tossed another log into the large stone fireplace. There was a small smile upon her sun-kissed face as she watched the light sheet of ice quickly evaporate in the hungering flames. The log was wet, wouldn't catch anytime soon, but there was plenty of life in the others to go the distance. Ykala clapped her hands together softly to ward away any lingering chips of wood refusing to uncling from her palms as she leisurely walked across the room of the tavern. It was fairly quiet that day, though the tavern was busiest when the sun began to hide itself behind the horizon, and it was only a few hours past noon. Still, business was slower than usual, and the only costumers she had dealt with decided they'd prefer the more private area of the second floor. Usually the costumers were good at sitting around and talking. Ykala would often times just stay behind the counter and listen to the stories the other Vantha would spin around that large golden fireplace. Ykala frowned lightly as her gaze moved to the fogged and frost covered window. It was fierce outside tonight. Even your average Vantha would have a hard time ignoring such a lack in heat. Morwen could probably go skinny-dipping in that weather, but even her people had their limits. |