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

Their eyes met and her suspicions were confirmed.  He belonged to her.  Her smile grew slightly, showing more of her teeth.  Had she known who this man was or his past she may have felt proper apprehension.  She was calm and comfortable beside the huge man - despite the darkness of his jewels.  She had no time to consider what to do about this connection though.  Things began to move around her.

Her eyes slid from the Eyrien Warlord Prince as the woman spoke in a language she did not understand.  Fatima assumed correctly that it was Eyrien.  She said nothing as she grasped her cup and slipped a couple of paces away from the bar.  The Black Widow.  This was the one they had been searching for, surely!  Her heart was racing a thousand miles a minute and a flush came to her face that had nothing to do with her drink.  The shields went up around them and something began to touch at the edges of her mind.

Instinct reacted at first.  Unbidden and rough due to the alcohol in her system her Grey bit back at the tendrils of Blood Opal that sought entrance.  The grey sought to destroy that which it viewed as an attack on her person.  Just a couple of beats and Fatima reigned that unintentional power back into check.  Unfortunately, there came a distraction in the form of one of her own rushing the Eyrien woman.  Fatima's white-gold eyes flashed, deep anger welling up inside of her gut.

She was glad that Jandar had gotten a hold on Jassen.  She could not imagine what misfortune would become them should he have succeeded in hitting his target.  She pulled the skullcap from her head and allowed her long, black waves to fall over her back.  The cap and the cup were dropped to the floor with the wine splashing over her boots.  Fatima brought her hands up and clasped them at her stomach, just below her breasts.  She raised her chin slightly and looked toward Jassen with an eerie calm - as the sea before a torrential storm.  [color=D399E0]"Jassen,"[/color] her voice was a harsh breath as she hissed his name.  [color=D399E0]"Attend."[/color]  The tone was dark.  [color=D399E0]"You will go and sit.  Be-have."[/color]  The word was spoken in two, distinct syllables.  Her gaze then met Jandar and she hoped he could understand that reigning the drunk in beyond this might fall upon his shoulders.  She gave him a slight nod of approval for his behavior thus far and a tight smile.

Her attention was turned back upon Faeril.  [color=D399E0]"Life is my pleasure."[/color]  With that, she opened the doors to her mind, let her shields of Grey fall and allow the Blood Opal to push in and investigate as it needed.  She would see all that had happened in Fatima's life.  The good.  The bad.  And the ugly of it all.  Perhaps the hopes she held for her little village to survive and that she would not see a starving or hurt face amongst those in her care.