[Emily feels out of place in the tavern, the hum of the crowd doing little to ease her. For a moment, she wonders why she had even come; there were many who found refuge in the warmth and rowdiness of a tavern in the late evening, drinking their cares away. She feels as if there isn't enough alcohol in the world to do that much, so why bother?
Finding a place to rest her feet, she supposes, is worth it enough. It's a busy night, the atmosphere abuzz with news of the arrival of new scions, and many have tried to make conversation with Emily when they see the egg she carries close to her -- a dark purple, smooth and iridescent thing, which she keeps in her lap as she sits, having found a table closest to the door. (Just in case.)
When a white-haired stranger enters, she looks up to see that he hardly looks pleased. What's of more interest is the egg he keeps cradled in his arm, and Emily lifts a brow at what she can only assume is a fellow scion. Her interest is officially piqued, as she's found a strange sort of... distant camaraderie in speaking to those who have found themselves in the same situation as her.]
You don't look happy to be here.
[She decides to speak. It's hardly a criticism; just an observation.]
Evening -- in the tavern, if that's ok?
Finding a place to rest her feet, she supposes, is worth it enough. It's a busy night, the atmosphere abuzz with news of the arrival of new scions, and many have tried to make conversation with Emily when they see the egg she carries close to her -- a dark purple, smooth and iridescent thing, which she keeps in her lap as she sits, having found a table closest to the door. (Just in case.)
When a white-haired stranger enters, she looks up to see that he hardly looks pleased. What's of more interest is the egg he keeps cradled in his arm, and Emily lifts a brow at what she can only assume is a fellow scion. Her interest is officially piqued, as she's found a strange sort of... distant camaraderie in speaking to those who have found themselves in the same situation as her.]
You don't look happy to be here.
[She decides to speak. It's hardly a criticism; just an observation.]