[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Bath House. Hot rock moon bathing.[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. +1 day. [/b][/color] [/centre]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Snakey Nakey skeepy snake.[/b][/color][/centre] 

Sya was in the hotter area, water was hot steaming as rocks also were hotter than other areas of the baths. The heat warred against her blight born nature, but others pulled her towards comfort in the heat, the water and had found a spot that…suited…mostly enjoying the heat of the ground vs water alone. Sya was unsure how anything worked but Sya just had to do what she could….

Sya was lost in her memories of a past life, a past Sya and a past place that lay deep within the blight. Auralia that had let her people die… They lay far below an ancient golden monastery close to the sea. And now Sya was in Dawn haven,  her eye had tears from the peacock and her mind's memories forced to surface as her tail floated and drifted on currents. Regardless of her … anger she could only only take so much before she broke. 

She really wanted to have shattered his ribs like a bird's wings but.. she had restrained that drive and sudden aggressive instinct. No, Sya was no monster. She was Sya… Sya could get even… with her mind. Ayel had forced her…into this hole…damn bloody peacock would be banned forever, and any of his kin for the next 10 generations from anything her family if she had one owned. 

[color=a2d39c]“Urgh… why does the Prince even tolerate him…[/color]” Sya wondered, his claims of being so close to him were really not looking good on Prince's reputation. How could he claim to welcome blight born and allow that? Sya was no Prince  so who knew what went on in the Royals heads. Maybe they had the same problems. Maybe not.

Sya was napping for a few minutes letting hot tea soothe her and laying against the soothing heat, blue scaled tail glittering and drifting in a gentle heat current having found a comforting spot to rest and bask in the rock's steady warmth. Her big eye was closed and mind half soothed into rest but Sya was alert enough when an unknown time later she lifted her head at a noise and her name. 

[color=a2d39c]“I isssss here… but vhere ..am vi...now.”[/color] Sya said as she rose, her voice coming from a direction, but heat rendered her heat sense blind and her superb eyesight was limited. 

However Sya felt a little cheeky, her old self, a little more like Sya so she got up sliding out the water and moving silently, based on noise. Barely making a sound she let bright blue scales flash in the light before vanishing as she circled in without making a sound. Sya did this a few times knowing the person she was playing with and at her close distances her heat and enhanced vision began to work more efficiently Sya despite the fact it caused a head ache, switched and used both senses before appearing beside him out the mist with a mischievous look. [color=a2d39c]“Good Vegg Valthyr, Hello, I am in fact Sssssya.”[/color] She exaggerated the S and pouted. Being a little over 5 foot at Valthyr  … was really damn tall she hugged his waist instead of anything else. He had given a good impression on her when she met him. 

[color=a2d39c]“Small, vot even reach vour cheek…. Or shoulder. Live Blight. Not get a inch.”[/color] Sya said as she planned to kiss his cheek but could not even reach his shoulder. She had to even back up a little to see him as she moved round, having mastered going backwards with no apparent motion visible to Valthyr.   

[color=a2d39c]“Vou want to join me? Protect from bad egg… ve have tea… You cannot vood forge…vy chair? Or you hide vrom bad egg with rot yolk like ve.”[/color] Sya said honestly rather than hoping  to have a big man about to make her feel safe. bit like she felt when she preached near her fathers forge. Only one trader had tried anything to her and he was met by the eyes of a tall, muscular blacksmith with narrowed eyes, a heavy hammer, broad shoulders, hands and arms that made most men look like children. He gave Sya the price she damnded… if only to leave their very very quickly…

[color=a2d39c]“I know im ….. me….now…”[/color] Sya said with a frustrated flick of scales and a down cast look but hooked her upper arm practically around Valthyr's wrist to lead him to her little spot she found. Ahe could reach him better when they sat down.


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