Post by Blue on Jan 8, 2013 22:48:03 GMT -5
Blue was bored. To put it simply he had nothing to do. He wanted to be in the Garden but that wasn’t an option since Siri had vanished into the cliffs and had said she would not come back until two days time and Blue knew it would be faster to wait for the bossy ice dragon rather than set out and try to walk back on his own. He supposed he had really become fairly dependent on the dragon as a mode of transportation but that didn’t particularly bother him. She always came when she said she would, after all.
So Blue was in a bar. It was quiet without many patrons, which Blue liked, and it was surprisingly clean for being in the lower side of the Spirit. The ceiling was a bit low, true, but the wooden floorboards were elevated from the ground and so they were not damp from the day’s snowmelt or the night’s frost. Still, the scent of mildew hung heavy in the air after so much booze had been spilt across the wood over decades. At least in the floors above it smelled cleaner, Blue had already rented a room for the night and it would have been hard to sleep if it smelled like piss up there as well.
Blue himself was at an uncomfortable table near to the fireplace, his face shrouded in darkness as he toyed with the pint of beer in front of him. It wasn’t bad, even if it wasn’t enough to get him drunk. Blue was a bit reluctant to admit this fact but it was true, which he supposed meant that these Northerners could do something right as far as brewing went. The Shifter sighed as the fire beside him cracked, sending a wave of warmth across his back. Blue had shed his coat over the back of his chair, and for once he was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a high collar, one sleeve hung limply over where one limb should have been but Blue was used to the feeling of slack fabric by now.
He took a deep drink from his tankard, and watched a mouse skitter across the table next to his hand before he decided he wasn’t hungry enough to go for it. Instead, the cat that had been sleeping on the other side of Blue’s arm looked up, perking her ears, and watched the progression of the mouse as her tail twitched. Blue just frowned and lifted his arm so a white paw could shoot across the table and pin the mouse down. The cat mewled then picked it up before she jumped down from the table and vanished behind the bar to torment her prize.
So Blue was in a bar. It was quiet without many patrons, which Blue liked, and it was surprisingly clean for being in the lower side of the Spirit. The ceiling was a bit low, true, but the wooden floorboards were elevated from the ground and so they were not damp from the day’s snowmelt or the night’s frost. Still, the scent of mildew hung heavy in the air after so much booze had been spilt across the wood over decades. At least in the floors above it smelled cleaner, Blue had already rented a room for the night and it would have been hard to sleep if it smelled like piss up there as well.
Blue himself was at an uncomfortable table near to the fireplace, his face shrouded in darkness as he toyed with the pint of beer in front of him. It wasn’t bad, even if it wasn’t enough to get him drunk. Blue was a bit reluctant to admit this fact but it was true, which he supposed meant that these Northerners could do something right as far as brewing went. The Shifter sighed as the fire beside him cracked, sending a wave of warmth across his back. Blue had shed his coat over the back of his chair, and for once he was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with a high collar, one sleeve hung limply over where one limb should have been but Blue was used to the feeling of slack fabric by now.
He took a deep drink from his tankard, and watched a mouse skitter across the table next to his hand before he decided he wasn’t hungry enough to go for it. Instead, the cat that had been sleeping on the other side of Blue’s arm looked up, perking her ears, and watched the progression of the mouse as her tail twitched. Blue just frowned and lifted his arm so a white paw could shoot across the table and pin the mouse down. The cat mewled then picked it up before she jumped down from the table and vanished behind the bar to torment her prize.