"That's it!" the huntress chimed in, smiling her thanks at the bartender. "It is... very nice. The owners should listen to you, I think. I think you have a good idea. Also... what is this place called? It is written outside but... I do not understand the words."
The redhead watched Izuyanai preparing her food with eyes hungry with anticipation. She wasn't trying to humour the girl by complimenting her suggestion about the menu; she genuinely believed it was a good idea. She might only work there but that didn't mean that she couldn't provide good business advice. If her treatment of Azira was anything to go by then she had quite an intimate relationship with her customers and knew what it was they wanted. She highly doubted that the owners, whoever they were, had as great an understanding of those who entered their bar. She accepted the platter of cheese with barely suppressed glee and began taking cheese and wine together although she was careful not to drink the alcohol too fast. This time she had the wisdom to prolong the experience. Of course, neither the food or drink would last forever and when they were both gone so was the Inarta.
Izuyanai's comment pertaining to the Inarta stealing food from the Lhavitian festivals earned a narrow-eyed stare from Azira. She tried to determine if the other was being serious or making a joke. Regardless of how she had intended it to sound, the recommendation rubbed the huntress up the wrong way. The food situation in Wind Reach were nothing to joke about, at least not for an outsider--the citizens could sometimes get away with it.They were neither desperate enough nor discourteous enough to come to a neighbouring city to steal food from right under their noses. The notion was distasteful to her. They were far better than that and she reasoned that the other had learned nothing of their character or else didn't care about what the huntress had told her. The remark had been made in such an offhand way that she suspected the latter. Alses wouldn't have said something like that, not based on the conversation they had had at the turn of the season. The Ethaefal had been genuinely concerned about Azira's people and she would no doubt frown on this idea of stealing, although such disapproval would no doubt stem from the fact that stealing had been made necessary when Lhavit could have simply given it.
She nodded along vaguely to the other's comment about ravens as she munched away at her cheese, her thoughts wrapped up in images of the beautiful mage who kept drifting in to her mind these days. She was knocked out of her pleasant reverie by the intense scrutiny of Izuyanai. Her initial response was to stare wide-eyed at the woman, which of course gave her plenty to look at as her golden irises better caught the light. Once she realised what she was doing, her head dipped down as she avoided the other's gaze. Her cheeks warmed from her sudden self-consciousness. Did she really have to stare to determine her eye colour? Why couldn't she simply have believed her rather than gazing at her quite so intently? It was more than a little unsettling to the young woman.
Her eyes flicked up abruptly to meet the other's gaze. She cocked her head to the side, bird-like as she considered the other's assessment. "Do you think so? I've never thought like that before but... maybe there is something to it," she mused, her gaze becoming distant for a moment or two. The woman had probably only said it to try to make her feel better, but it certainly was an intriguing notion that she had had her time in flight already and that it was the turn of others now. Though considering how wonderful flight was, even from the limited perspective of a rider, she couldn't understand any Wind Eagle wanting to deprive one of their own from it, even if they were earthbound in this life. No, it was something she was doing wrong, she was sure of it. Perhaps it was her interest in what lay outside Wind Reach. The giant raptors were home birds after all, meaning that leaving Mt. Skyinarta was unthinkable to them. The Endal who had brought her to Lhavit had been disapproving of her decision to leave. If more had known then they no doubt would have seen it as strange and selfish. She was a hunter, such an important person in their society who ensured they didn't starve, and she had chosen to damn them because of her own curiosity. Truly, what Wind Eagle would have her?
At the mention of her being charming, the huntress snorted but made no comment. She couldn't determine what had led to such assessment but she was fairly certain that the bartender was lying through her teeth. She was present for their conversation after all so she couldn't think that there was anything charming about the redhead at all, unless she had a very strange notion of what it meant. The young woman was fairly sure that she was thinking of the correct meaning so she couldn't understand why the other had chosen to use it when it so obviously didn't apply to her. She shook her head in response to Izuyanai's question, trying to shake off her melancholy as much as anything else. "We do not say anything about blue eyes. I know of no bird with blue eyes. If it does not involve a bird, we do not tend to be interested," she explained. "Birds are not all we think about but they are the most important."
The huntress licked the salty morsels of Okomo cheese from her lips so as not to cover the rim of the glass with the creamy substance. She took a quiet sip, contemplating if she would share more about the enormous eagles. Izuyanai clearly wanted to know more about them but then that wasn't strange for an outsider. If she had been in Wind Reach though then surely she had seen and heard something of the birds. There was no way she could have avoided all mention of them and her understanding of Nari would be more than sufficient for her to pick up on things. But how many things were simply known, knowledge that had been picked up from early Yasihood without any recollection of where it came from or when exactly it reached their ears. Perhaps she had been too quick to judge.
"There is much to tell but... I do not know what it is that you know. I do not want to bore you by telling you things you already know. I do not know what it is that you would like to know. Tell me and I will have somewhere to start," she responded slowly, visibly seeming to consider her sentence construction as she spoke.
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