Solo Monotony

[Theia]

1st of Winter, 512AV Theia woke to annoyance, things were not where she left him and her brother was nowhere to be found. He must have already left. Really, that was just like him, she hadn't even gotten to see him the night before either. They would be having words about his sudden disappearances as of the late. A shout startled her so much she dropped her task of trying to straighten the bed. First they would have words about the noises that had popped up. Theia left the bed as was and drifted out of the room, she would need to be at the tavern early if she wanted any extra pay to start saving for their new cottage. A hum and her feet lightened, skipping ahead to the tavern. It was not the Kelp Bar by far and the patrons smelt better than the bar itself. The stagnant air was always cold and the kelp beer was more like rotten seaweed. Still it was busy enough with easy enough patrons and Theia was even asked to dance now and again. Not that she would ever really comply, she thought, damned drunk just watched her a bit too hard, she'd feel more clothed dancing naked. The bar itself was small and built with driftwood and stone and probably mold in some spots, a fine contrast to the newish tables and chairs. By the time she reached the tavern itself she said her usual hellos, floating around the room carelessly and effortless. The grace of someone who was used to moving in large crowds. Over the din of the noise she shouted her orders and tried to evict those who seemed more out of it than they should, others she had the men shove under the tables so they were out of the way. A normal day, a continuous thing. Theia found that her mind seemed to hone in the on the steady thrum of the bar, watching the light dwindle outside and waiting for her to be free. Her brother had mentioned he needed her to stop by and after she could choose her dress! Gods, how she wanted that one she had seen the last time! But enough of that, she had to focus, patrons to bother and such. “Another one for number six!” The tables weren’t numbered and often were never in the same place but the system of calling out who needed a drink by how many were seated at a table worked just as well. Theia waited for the faint affirmative noise before weaving around the room, speaking briefly and watching it all curiously. In essence, she was only wandering, conversations repeated over and over but she never lack in answer. Over and over but just for a few more bells.