Day 23, Spring, 515 AV
Bored, this day was boring. Sylaris was certainly more interesting than the Outpost, but 'Chra had found nothing worth her attention so far as she cruised the skies above the city. It was almost enough to send a curious Kelvic back to the airspace the Knights guarded so jealously. For the most part she could go where she liked, but a barely avoided arrow had quickly taught her there were some limits even she had to respect. For now. Mostly.
All right, so she'd gone as high as her wings could take her, well out of range to see what was what, but she'd not noted anything from that height worth shooting a person over. Of course perhaps there was a very small treasure there, one that she'd not been able to make out from that height. Or perhaps it was under the great big tree that took up a lot of the room. Who knew? In any case, she wasn't quite bored enough to try that again. Yet.
Instead, with a dip of a glossy black wing she headed for the Rearing Stallion. She'd gotten into the habit of carrying a single gold rimmed Miza on a thong around her neck in Raven form, slipping it off and wearing it as a bracelet in Human, or spending it. Either way. Since it was early yet, a few hours after noon, the tavern was quiet, thought there was still enough traffic that 'Chra could slip in when the door was open, landing on a convenient beam. She quite liked having a birds eye view of things before switching and getting into the thick of it. Besides, early as it was perhaps there was no one interesting here either and she'd just fly right back out again.
One of the barmaids looked up a scowl on her face, likely assuming 'Chra was escaped from the aviary and getting ready to shoo her out. The Kelvic, extended one wings and brought the other around to her chest, dipping her head. An unmistakable bow. There, now either she was a very smart escaped pet or a Kelvic. As long as she was left to do as she pleased she didn't much mind what the woman thought. Apparently the answer to that was erring on the side of caution. With a last look at the bird, the woman returned to work. Well and good.