[center][color=orchid][h2]Aiko Yume[/h2][/color]
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[color=orchid][b]Time:[/b][/color] Too early
[b][color=orchid]Location:[/color][/b] Small Rashmi Tavern
[b][color=orchid]Interactions:[/color][/b] None, directly [@hide on mana] [@princess][@Tae] [@GingerBoi123][/center]

   The tavern keeper put a full breakfast in front of them, and a thick brew. Alcohol this early? That was unusual, unbidden. They ate, and sipped lightly, tail flicking from underneath the blanket they wore, drapped over their body. Something stirred in the back of their head, a discomfort. The thick drink made them uneasy, on edge, but not for the drink itself. No, something else...

   They continued to eat, trying to discern their disturbing feeling. It was different than dysphoria... The usual reason they would change shape. Or was something they couldn't put their finger on.

   Once done with their meal, they went back upstairs to change. That was a good drink. Sat well on top of their meal. Aiko tossed the sheet onto the bed and grabbed a change of clothes. Today was an elegant day. The fine fabrics and style of this robe-like garb would be perfect. It was an old thing, and this particular one was plain, yet still graceful, perfect for everyday outings.

   Even though it was early, they weren't about to skulk around the tavern all day. They'd be put to chores. On their way out, however, they heard something interesting. A pair of patrons speaking quietly about the broadcast last night. And just like that, that... forbodding, that's what. There was a forbodding in the air.

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So, what happened last night? Was that why the tavern master gave him a drink? Hair of the dog and all that? A few synapses fired off, finally (perhaps triggered by the presence of alcohol, similar to the previous night), and Aiko remembered. Oh, gods, war had been declared. And now that they were outside, they could hear a commotion over the usual city din.

Stepping out from the alley, they could see where it was coming from down the street. In the plaza, people had gathered, and she could hear voices over the rest. A man spoke to ease the tension in the crowd, and he spoke sensibly. Would it be enough to calm them? If violence erupted, it would be very bad for business. They let their pheromone presence, the calming power of the dreamer, exude itself as he continued to approach the plaza, hoping it would be enough to help ease the situation. Not getting involved directly would be best, probably.