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[color=D399E0]Location: Winged Boar, Aven, Askavi, Terreille[/color][/center][hr][hr]

While Fatima had given Jassen some warning about the new member of their party joining them and this person's position as a true part of her Court, it had done nothing to lighten the man's mood regarding this interruption.  He had made it quite obvious with the number of harrumphs through the rest of the evening.  She had known Jassen since the beginning of her life, he had always been someone who was around to watch over and protect her.  He was obviously not pleased that this person they had just met could earn even that small amount of trust from her that had taken him so many years to build.  In truth, she did not entirely trust Jandar yet, and on their travel away from the inn which had been their refuge from the night, she explained with as little detail as possible where they were going.  Fatima did not reveal where she was a Queen who held court but had merely made mention that she was searching for help to ensure that her people could thrive.  And would have food through the winter months.

The travel had been otherwise quite uneventful and she made an effort to get to know her new companion better.  She shared minor details of her past - traveling around Terrielle and often slipping her protectors as a youngster - and listened to any stories that Jandar saw fit to share.  The muddy roads were a traveler's nightmare but Fatima had to reign in her wild energy to keep from jumping into puddles or throwing mud balls at her companions.  It was exhausting to be well-behaved.  At long last, they arrived at another inn, the one her maid had mentioned.  It was hewn rough as if crafted from the ire and hardened will of the Eyrien race.  All marred stony facets and stained surfaces, the building was just as uninviting inside as it was outside.  But it had not been built for her sensibilities and so Fatima could look at it with an eye of curious interest.

She made a soft hissing sound at Jassen's comment.  No need to be rude.  [color=D399E0]"As long as my people will have full bellies I would gladly [i]drink and bathe[/i] with viper rats,"[/color] she whispered back to him.  She had never seen an Eyrien before and the great wings were so much bigger than she had even imagined.  Fatima desperately wanted to run her hands over the wings, touch them, and perhaps go for a ride into the sky.  How much flirting would she have to do in order to win one of them over, she began to wonder.  She chewed on her inner cheek as she brought her mind back to the task at hand.  No time for fun.  It was so hard being so freaking serious.  She did not have long to mull over this when the proprietor of the establishment appeared and spoke to the trio.  She caught his tone when he spoke [i]'Lady'[/i] and she flinched slightly.  This moment of weakness was enough to give Jassen time to posture which the Eyrien obviously did not appreciate.

Stepping forward with a kind smile on her face, she placed a hand on Jassen's arm to reign him back in.  [color=D399E0]"Calm,"[/color] she said softly before turning her attention back to Randalvar.  She cursed herself, realizing she had not asked her maid what it was she should say to this man in order to seek out the black widow in secrecy.  Her quick mind tumbled and fumbled for a moment before she opened her lips and said, [color=D399E0]"I am in search of tales.  There is nothing quite like traditional stories of our land weaving together in an intricate web to create a vision of Terrielle and her people.  And I would love to listen to one who could weave me such an oral tapestry.  Do you have any stories for me?"[/color]  There, did that make sense?  Had she gotten her request across?