[center][h1][color=9966CC]Veska StormHide[/color][/h1] [/center]
 
Veska moved on after seeing another had entered the tavern and paced herself over to the building. Just her luck, she felt better already. A place to sit down and rest. The subdued atmosphere was perfect for a bit of reflection. Her hooves would cry no more.

[i]Lower, tuck it in, and turn..[/i]
With a little huff she made it past the doors. Looking for any available seats by the door, she had found one person already seated. Probably another traveler. She immediately moved along and wandered through the seating and tables. Fisherman, and some other fellow strangers. 

Moving further into the tavern, Veska finally settled at a spot that seemed to offer some good distance away from the main folk around. Her back faced the wall but the door was still in view if she glanced over. Perfect. No one would trip over her tail or if she happened to test her elbow room, none should be falling over. There wasn’t a bull in a pottery shop, and if the seating could hold up her weight she was more than fine.

When the owner came around Veska briefly nodded in greeting.
[color=9966CC]“I’ll have a bowl of fish stew please, with a small porridge.”[/color]After placing a gold coin in the woman's hand Veska laced her fingers together and looked around from her seat. Her ears flicked occasionally.