by Aladari Coolwater on August 15th, 2016, 4:09 am
Aladari waved a single hand at the bouncer. "No, no, ya see, I'm nah in the Sun's Birth. I'm jus' invited . By, uh..." Another wayward hand flew out drunkenly, gesturing vaguely towards the inside of the bar. "Tha fella."
The guard's eyes narrowed, his strong muscles rippling as he clenched his fists. "I don't find this funny." He grunted. "Go home, lass, a'fore you get yourself knocked on your ass. You ain't belong here."
Aladari gnawed on her lip a moment, weighing her odds. There was always the chance of being beaten within an inch of her life, but there was also the tantalizing scent wafting from the door in front of her. Still undecided, she opted to bide her time. "What abouts if I's do somethin' for ya? What cain I do? Ya want...Mizas? Ya need someone quieted? I cain run an' git you a drink if ya want?"
The guard grunted in what could have been mistaken for a chuckle. "Ya can get outta here, if you wanna do me a favor." He retorted, his hand slipping down to the hilt of his sword. "I ain't wanna kill a lady, but it's my job to if you don't leave."
But Aladari wanted to give one last shot. "Ah! She cried as the door swung open for a man. "Thar he is. Aye! Bud!" She leaned in and gestured wildly at a short and heavily built man, choosing what looked like the most modest man there. "Bud! Long time, aye? You ready for that drink I owe ya?" Her voice was loud and clearly drunken, but jovial, with something like a verbal wink to it.
"The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure."
- Cornelia Funke