The day began as any other day for Ilia; with her part time job at the mental health clinic in the middle of town. She tried her hardest to keep her mind off of the night time adventure she had had.. The six hour shift passed by slowly with the majority of her time taken up by paperwork. After work, she was stuck in afternoon classes for several more hours. Her psychology courses were demanding, but nothing she couldn't handle. Three classes later, and most of the day was gone. Her instant reaction was to praise the sun and head back to her apartment for a calm bight of reading and daydreaming, when she remembered that she was scheduled in less than two hours for her second part time job. The Winchester was a decent bar to work in, all in all. The pay was fair, and the "clientele" never got too handsy or rowdy. The only problem Ilia had ever had with it was the noise, which brought on the headaches at were her leading reason for staying hone most nights. At least she got to work alongside Sky, the copper haired friend from school. 

Back at her apartment, Ilia's mind began to wonder as she changed into her much more casual bartending attire. Gone was the purple peacoat and the slightly longer black dress, and on went the tank top and half sleeved button down over the black jeans. Her thoughts drifted as she manually went through the motions, back to the dream that had scared her awake. If it had been real, and she had really seen Cadmus, then her life was about to get incredibly interesting tonight. The dragon had never failed to pull through on his promises- or his threats, for that matter. And the assurance that she would return to Eurasha seemed like both to her. Before she had realized it, Ilia had tugged on her heeled boots and was heading out the door and down the stairwell to work. She gave her head a small shake, determined to out it out of her mind until she was off. She would have plenty of time to plan and prepare before sleeping that night. 

The bar was only a few blocks from her apartment building in downtown. It wasn't her favourite location, not by a long shot, but it offered her proximity to both jobs and the college. By the time she arrived for her four hour shift at seven, the bar was already in an early swing for the night crowd. Several of the other bartenders looked up with relief as Ilia entered. It was a well known fact that once she showered up, it meant the secondary crew would be pulling in within a few short minutes. She was always first one to arrive, and the last one out the door. She hurried around the counter, storing her purse under the bar before she took over for one of the senior crew members, a slightly older man by the name of Harrison. He gave her a grateful smile as he uncuffed his sleeves and made for the door. She got a small pat on the shoulder from another female coworker who hollered over the noise, "Is Sky going to be here soon? I have to pick my daughter up from the daycare soon. They close in less than half an hour."

"Don't worry Marge, I'm sure she'll be in just a moment. You know how she is." She flashed a bright smile before turning her attention to the crowd in front of her, her hands beginning to work with the bottles and the glasses. Though the smiling and attentive front stated up for the crowd, inside her head was a whirlwind of thoughts and images. Try as she might, Eurasha seemed to permeate her every thought. Now that the idea of being back was there, she wanted it more than anything. She put together a Bloody Mary while imagining the black ocean reflecting the silvery blue sky overhead. She poured a whiskey while imagining the feeling of running at a speed impossible in reality down the side of the Carrion Mountains alongside her dragon friend. But more than anything, she thought of Kellen.

The image of black glittering eyes and thin, spiraling horns on the fave that she grew up alongside was haunting. That [i]thing[/i], that monster that was possessing her best friend, was going to pay. It had destroyed her home, murdered her friend and took his form, and locked her out of her own creation. She was going to rain [b][i]hell[/i][/b] on it. It was going to regret every trying to take on Ilianna Grace. 

A voice drew Ilia out of her head as she looked up at the man sitting in front of her. She was taken aback by how she didn't notice the rather large blonde man sink into the seat before her. His grey eyes seemed tired as he spoke up, the words failing to register for a moment. Ilia was still trying to come back from the recess of her mind, and found herself hoping she didn't look like a complete idiot for the momentary delay in her cognitive abilities. She processed his request and quickly shot back, "You have a particular brand you like, or would you like to try the lager we're pushing with that coke?"