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[Color=plum][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=plum][b]Location:[/b][/color] River Port
[Color=plum][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Maeryn [@princess], Myra [@13org]
[Color=plum][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][hr]

Astra successfully held back a chuckle after watching Maeryn’s reaction to her comment. He was much more fun to mess with than Vrexen. Messing with that demon was literally gambling with your life. Saying the right words and doing the right things weren’t enough. If that monster ever got into one of his fits, you couldn’t be in his way. [color=plum][i]I hope that violence of his never finds me.[/i][/color] What he said pertaining to her usefulness never left her. Things said like that never did. 

Value. To Astra, it defined a person. Amas, utility, and effectiveness were just a few measures of one’s worth in the world she knew. As much as she enjoyed Maeryn’s company so far, his existence threatened hers. [color=plum][i]I won’t die worthless.[/i][/color] She had been so lost in her own concern, that she missed answering Maeryn’s question about Myra’s taste in food.

[color=plum]“She’s a full-on carnivore.”[/color] Her answer was late, but she wouldn’t let it just go unanswered. If things got too quiet, she was afraid Maeryn might start tossing unwanted questions her way. Fortunately, something else piqued his interest. The way he looked made her want to focus on listening in on whatever was being said.


[color=625A8A]“Hear that?”[/color]

[color=plum]“Ohhh, I did.”[/color] She glanced over her shoulder to catch the two men speaking. Both were forest fairies. [color=plum]“Fae… Even better. That type hates conflict. More likely to give up more information with a little coaxing in a back alley.”[/color] She kept her voice low as she spoke darkly. If one of those fairies saw the girl, then that would give them a description of one of the humans. Where there was one, there were sure to be others. 

The server returned with their beverages and a smile, prepared to take their order. Despite serving dark elves, the experience wasn’t as bad as she predicted. One was quiet and direct, and the other was just so friendly.

[color=mistyrose]“Here are your beverages!”[/color] She passed out each glass with Astra practically becoming giddy at the sight of her alaberry juice. It had always tasted better in the south. [color=mistyrose]“And are you all ready to order?”[/color]

[color=plum]“Mhmm! I’ll have the Flame-winged Fowlkin and a Slime Day Cake to share between the three of us.“[/color] Astra shot a wink at Maeryn. [color=plum]“You earned it with that precious smile, Maerie. Isn’t his smile adorable?”[/color]