Miralyn
”Kontinese" | ”Common Tongue" | ”Fratava"
”Kontinese" | ”Common Tongue" | ”Fratava"
41st day of Spring 517AV
It was evening at the Blue Bull but the young Konti had finished her shift for the night. The patrons were probably well into their drink by now and it wasn’t the best environment for her here. But her stomach growled aggressively at her as she stood slumped over one of the kitchen counters, sweat on her brow and grease and oil on her clothes. She took her white apron off and hung it up on the nail that jutted out from the wooden door frame leading around to the bar and front counter where Janii stood. The Young Drykas was nice enough, she always said hello and goodbye to her when she entered and left the building, and had proclaimed herself to be the Konti’s friend, even though neither of them knew much about one another. If she weren’t so infatuated in the 8 foot giant who ran this joint, the konti might have had a little thing for her. Not that she would ever say anything whilst Janii was involved with another person.
Ann was serving people at the bar, they’d be here till late tonight it seemed. Ann was by far her favorite woman at this unruly little bar. She was so sweet and kind, and she talked to everyone indiscriminately. The Konti missed the days when she was like that. She used to be so confident. Now days it was all bravado and putting on a fake show to avoid people seeing the broken in her. “Hey Ann, I want to pay for this meal” The Konti said, holding g up the plate of freshly caught and wood fried fish and squid rings that she’d made for herself. The fisherman had come in with a HUGE net full of them last night so she’d immidiatly changed the house special to accommodate. Ann just laughed and shook her head “Look, if Kevlar wants money for it I’ll tell him to take it out of MY pay. Go sit down love.” The Konti nodded and thanked her. She didn’t like taking handouts, it made her more uncomfortable than flattered. But she did appreciate the gesture, and she didn’t want to be rude to Ann, who had never been rude to her a day in her life.
The Konti took a spare seat. There were a few other women eating on the tables around her by now most of them were on the dance floor with a man, or with their friends. She wasn’t bad at cooking fish, it was something that came naturally to her since her diet back home had been mostly seafood made by her mother. She ate quietly and quickly, barely looking up from her plate. She got a fright when a man decided to sit across from her. “Hello sweety, you look exotic, Far from home?” The Konti had never had that before. The young man was human, or at least humanoid and very attracted. He was probably used to picking up women easily. “Sorry, just wanted to get your attention” He told her, ‘subtly sliding into the seat next to her. She already felt the panic rising in her chest. Kevlar wasn’t here, and she did not want either of the girls to have to come and rescue her.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to eat, I gotta get going soon...” She tried to shoot him hints that she was not interested and that he should go the hell away, but the man didn’t care. “I have seen you here a lot.” He mentioned, casually placing his hand on the table and ‘Accidentally brushing it against her arm, which prickled at the touch. She was suddenly VERY aware of the dagger she kept in her bag which was by her feet. “Yes, I expect you must have. I am the cook here.” She said, tight lipped and clearly uncomfortable. She was trying her best to breath normally but she was on the verge of hyperventilation. As he spoke next he moved his hand towards her leg “What’s a pretty girl like you doing working behind the scen-“
“What!? Do you expect I should work at the brothel instead!?” She snapped, moving herself and the whole chair away from him “Calm down, pretty lady.” He said to her, changing tact and going for her shoulder instead. She was physically shaking now “Don’t touch me.” She said, still not wanting to cause a scene of get her colleges involved. “You’re so tense, I’ve been told I give good massages. What’s your name honey?” He wasn’t listing to her at all, and he was so close now she could feel his breath. She couldn’t handle this anymore. She turned towards him and gave him a great big shove. She managed to unbalanced him and the chair tipped backwards sending him clattering to the ground. A lot of the big men had noticed, ad were laughing at him, calling him names. The Konti was shaking.
The man was clearly embarrassed. He stood up, towering over her, and grabbed her wrist hard enough for it to hurt. She couldn’t reach her weapon now. “Let go!” The man wasn’t listening. He was trying to lead her away “Come dance with me.” He commanded. He’d dropped the nice act already and was trying to pick up his pride. “No.” She couldn’t get out of his grip. “I’m not going to hurt you just dance with me.” He said that a bit quieter as he led her across the building towards the dance floor. What a nightmare. Now she had to dance with him because HIS friends were watching? “You better let go or I WILL” She told him, to which he laughed, so she bit so hard into his hand that she started to cause him to bleed. It did the trick and he let go of her with a yell, but now he was angry, and the Konti was pretty much defenceless as she backed away from him. The place was so busy, most probably wouldn’t even know what was going on. If she pulled a dagger on him... would she end up losing her job? Or her life?
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It was evening at the Blue Bull but the young Konti had finished her shift for the night. The patrons were probably well into their drink by now and it wasn’t the best environment for her here. But her stomach growled aggressively at her as she stood slumped over one of the kitchen counters, sweat on her brow and grease and oil on her clothes. She took her white apron off and hung it up on the nail that jutted out from the wooden door frame leading around to the bar and front counter where Janii stood. The Young Drykas was nice enough, she always said hello and goodbye to her when she entered and left the building, and had proclaimed herself to be the Konti’s friend, even though neither of them knew much about one another. If she weren’t so infatuated in the 8 foot giant who ran this joint, the konti might have had a little thing for her. Not that she would ever say anything whilst Janii was involved with another person.
Ann was serving people at the bar, they’d be here till late tonight it seemed. Ann was by far her favorite woman at this unruly little bar. She was so sweet and kind, and she talked to everyone indiscriminately. The Konti missed the days when she was like that. She used to be so confident. Now days it was all bravado and putting on a fake show to avoid people seeing the broken in her. “Hey Ann, I want to pay for this meal” The Konti said, holding g up the plate of freshly caught and wood fried fish and squid rings that she’d made for herself. The fisherman had come in with a HUGE net full of them last night so she’d immidiatly changed the house special to accommodate. Ann just laughed and shook her head “Look, if Kevlar wants money for it I’ll tell him to take it out of MY pay. Go sit down love.” The Konti nodded and thanked her. She didn’t like taking handouts, it made her more uncomfortable than flattered. But she did appreciate the gesture, and she didn’t want to be rude to Ann, who had never been rude to her a day in her life.
The Konti took a spare seat. There were a few other women eating on the tables around her by now most of them were on the dance floor with a man, or with their friends. She wasn’t bad at cooking fish, it was something that came naturally to her since her diet back home had been mostly seafood made by her mother. She ate quietly and quickly, barely looking up from her plate. She got a fright when a man decided to sit across from her. “Hello sweety, you look exotic, Far from home?” The Konti had never had that before. The young man was human, or at least humanoid and very attracted. He was probably used to picking up women easily. “Sorry, just wanted to get your attention” He told her, ‘subtly sliding into the seat next to her. She already felt the panic rising in her chest. Kevlar wasn’t here, and she did not want either of the girls to have to come and rescue her.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to eat, I gotta get going soon...” She tried to shoot him hints that she was not interested and that he should go the hell away, but the man didn’t care. “I have seen you here a lot.” He mentioned, casually placing his hand on the table and ‘Accidentally brushing it against her arm, which prickled at the touch. She was suddenly VERY aware of the dagger she kept in her bag which was by her feet. “Yes, I expect you must have. I am the cook here.” She said, tight lipped and clearly uncomfortable. She was trying her best to breath normally but she was on the verge of hyperventilation. As he spoke next he moved his hand towards her leg “What’s a pretty girl like you doing working behind the scen-“
“What!? Do you expect I should work at the brothel instead!?” She snapped, moving herself and the whole chair away from him “Calm down, pretty lady.” He said to her, changing tact and going for her shoulder instead. She was physically shaking now “Don’t touch me.” She said, still not wanting to cause a scene of get her colleges involved. “You’re so tense, I’ve been told I give good massages. What’s your name honey?” He wasn’t listing to her at all, and he was so close now she could feel his breath. She couldn’t handle this anymore. She turned towards him and gave him a great big shove. She managed to unbalanced him and the chair tipped backwards sending him clattering to the ground. A lot of the big men had noticed, ad were laughing at him, calling him names. The Konti was shaking.
The man was clearly embarrassed. He stood up, towering over her, and grabbed her wrist hard enough for it to hurt. She couldn’t reach her weapon now. “Let go!” The man wasn’t listening. He was trying to lead her away “Come dance with me.” He commanded. He’d dropped the nice act already and was trying to pick up his pride. “No.” She couldn’t get out of his grip. “I’m not going to hurt you just dance with me.” He said that a bit quieter as he led her across the building towards the dance floor. What a nightmare. Now she had to dance with him because HIS friends were watching? “You better let go or I WILL” She told him, to which he laughed, so she bit so hard into his hand that she started to cause him to bleed. It did the trick and he let go of her with a yell, but now he was angry, and the Konti was pretty much defenceless as she backed away from him. The place was so busy, most probably wouldn’t even know what was going on. If she pulled a dagger on him... would she end up losing her job? Or her life?
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