Afina

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"Yes," a squeaky voice said as Sana nodded her head rapidly. Slowly it dawned on her that his voice was muffled and it was because she had yet to drop her hand. Slowly she let it fall as she swallowed hard, a bit more embarrassed at her actions than her words. "I am so sorry," she continued, each word a drawn out a ridiculously staccato exclamation.

Sana looked quizzically at Elis as he climbed down and walked away, only hearing his last words and suddenly concluding he meant something by it even if she didn't know exactly what. She understood the implication he was making.

"You've got to be kidding me! I mean not that I wouldn't or don't but I, oh, for the gods sake," she stammered sqeakily before she realized it wasn't just a frog in her throat. Muttering a slew of curses, each one more ludicrously humorous than the one before as she fell back into her seat and tried to figure out what in the world was going on.

Then it dawned on her, a story from her childhood. Her people were known for their eccentric ways but also they knowledge of natural remedies. Traveling from town to town, trekking days on end only to have to perform instantly on arrival. Her mother used to make something that looked similar to what she had drank, the only time though she had see the side effect was when her mother used a different ingredient when she had run out. It wasn't harmful but it would last until she slept it off.

Grumbling like some deranged fairy dragon she looked back over to Hugh, she wanted to explain but couldn't bare it. "I'm okay. Drink. Gone in few hours," she cheeped as she sat there, crossing her arms across her chest, feeling mortified.

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Compared to my other rps on this forum and AQ RP forums,this one is much more laid back. I can enjoy a more relaxed atmosphere.

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Lol ~points to her sig~ found it fitting, this is what happens when I watch cartoons when doing. I'll reply once a couple do.

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@Warrior in the Shadows- hope the cupped hand over mouth was okay, had a silly idea pop into mind and ran with it. (Nothing bad but should prove funny, lol)

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Sana nodded and climbed up into the wagon, setting herself across from Hugh and ensuring she would have quick access out the back. If things went down hill fast, she wanted to be to put her bow to use quickly. As Hugh suggested he may have needed some of what she had her eyes widened and she moved quickly, covering his mouth with the palm of her hand and shaking her head rather adamantly.

"NO!" she attempted to scream but it came out in this half squeaked panic. Freezing in place, her hand still covering his lips she turned her head to the side with the most comical expression of ~dafug was that.~ "Was that my voice?" she asked in the same mousey squeak and a quick look of panic swept her features as she turned her head back to lock eyes with Hugh.

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Sana wandered into the night towards where their provided items were being housed. She didn't mind the night so much, the sky was clear and even though she was no elf nor dwarf, she knew once they were away from the lights of the city the moon would provide light making the movement of shadow simpler to see if danger approached. Glancing over towards Hugh she smiled and nodded, taking the reigns from him and patting the beast gently before she continued on her way.

"Seems you have made a friend," she said as she looked over to the Hafling and chuckled. "Reminds me of when I was young and my father would carry me," she said in a soft reminiscent voice as they continued forward, eventually coming to the others.

Looking over at the wagon, she tied off Hughs steed before removing her pack and letting it drop off her back. Picking it up, she slung it into the back and rested it on the seat closest to the back. Glancing over at Hugh, she questioned him. "Would you rather I keep him tied up here or not? Didn't know if you cared to ride from this point or not."

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Okay, sorry haven't been posting with regularity. Been swamped getting an entering post together for Brimstone and hosting rp on AQ. Should be able to get a post up shortly.

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Sana took a deep breath and held it for a moment as she awaited Hughs reaction, studying him closely and hoping he would not turn the halfling into kindling as he did the bar stool earlier this evening. As he spoke and helped the little one to a seat she finally released her breath through parted lips and chuckled slightly, shaking her head as she did.

Resting on her elbows, she found herself forced to stifle a yawn, letting her head fall down slightly as her hair covered her features. The day had been long and she wanted nothing more than to get some rest but it seemed that wasn't an option. Some had suggested wait until morning, others wanted to set out right then. Sighing inwardly she did as best she could to shake off the fatigue of the day.

Looking up, she reached out and caught the bartender by the arm. "Something with enough kick to give me enough energy to fight a hoard of orc," she said through gritted teeth before she released the man from her grasp.

He nodded quickly before he moved to take care of her order. Coming back quickly he rested down a mug of a black steaming substance. Tossing some coin down on the counter, she picked it up and began to sip it carefully. It was thicker than she had expected and much more bitter. Cringing at the taste, she shook her head slowly from side to side as she tried to deal with the taste in her mouth.

"Ugh," she muttered before taking a deep breath and downing it quickly. A full bodied shiver ran through her as she swallowed and pushed the mug away. She hadn't reacted that way to a drink since her first taste of ale a friend had attempted to make when she was younger. Even if the drink didn't do anything to wake her up, the taste alone it left in her mouth would keep her awake. She suddenly had the urge to scrape the residue off her tongue with a dagger.

"Yeesh," was she could mange to say as she glanced back over to Hugh. Rising from her chair, she adjusted her belongings, blinking a few time and vowing that was the last time she would ever touch that stuff. She stood there waiting for the others as she drummed her fingers on the wood of the bar top for a brief moment before heading over to Bjoric and nodding slightly as she stepped out the door and into the brisk night air.

Pulling her mantle close and her hood up, she glanced toward the skies. Tonight had turned out to be nothing that she had expected and she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that this just might be the best day she would have for some time.

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Sana smiled gently at Hugh as he introduced himself, nodding slightly as she did and taking a seat next to him at the bar. As he offered her a bit of his drink she looked at it and thought for a moment. With the present company and day ahead she hadn't wanted to partake on any drink, preferring a clear head around these folk. Though, he was being kind, hadn't insulted anyone as of yet and despite his little incident he seemed to be the least likely to cause issue in the group.

"Thank you," she said kindly before taking a sip of the lager. It was indeed a fine brew but she kept herself from indulging anymore than a simple sip. Resting it back on the bar top she glanced around and perked a brow to what Elis had said and more over what he was holding.

"This could get interesting," she muttered.