Eyja looked to the woman who hadn't touched her chips and half eaten her fish. She smiled at the question and followed remark. It didn't make a lot of sense, but in a way she understood. This was a bar and alcoholic drinks were more expensive than plain old water. Therefore it could be sold at a higher price and no doubtedly that was the main income of the place. “I don't really know why he refused. But I guess it's because you're supposed to buy something else.”
A friendly smile on her lips she fondeled with a strand of her hair that fell all the way down to her hips and swayed with each of her movements. “I'm Eyja. What's your name?” The man she was waiting for was still in his conversation and while she killed the time until she could approach him she might as well get to know new people. Before the woman could answer however a voice sounded behind the witch and she turned. There was no one there. Her eyes searched the space in front of her. She should have seen who spoke to her. From the high barchairs she had a good view throughout the room. Unless someone was so small that they didn't register.
That was when she looked down. There was a gilr standing there, a pipe in her hand. Eyja recoiled at the sight. Seeing a little girl smoking a pipe was truly a disturbing sight. “Life has been good, I guess . . . ehm . . .” Who was this girl? Why was she smoking. Eyja did take a moment to think about that. She was in a place full of magical beings, she knew this, but she couldn't have said who was human and who wasn't. As no one else seemed disturbed by the girl she'd just have to presume that this wasn't actually a little girl but some creature in disguise. Therefore it would be inappropriate to scold her for smoking. The witch exhaled and then smiled. “How's life for you? Care to join us in our conversation about speculations as to why the bartender won't serve me a glass of water?” She motioned to the woman sitting beside her as she had been the one to ask her in the first place. “My name is Eyja and it is a true pleasure to meet the two of you!” Her eyes shone with joy as she first looked at the girl, then at the woman. She always got this enthusiastic when she thought things were going well. She just hoped she wouldn't blow it like she usually did and wound up alone again. She was terrible at making friends . . .
A friendly smile on her lips she fondeled with a strand of her hair that fell all the way down to her hips and swayed with each of her movements. “I'm Eyja. What's your name?” The man she was waiting for was still in his conversation and while she killed the time until she could approach him she might as well get to know new people. Before the woman could answer however a voice sounded behind the witch and she turned. There was no one there. Her eyes searched the space in front of her. She should have seen who spoke to her. From the high barchairs she had a good view throughout the room. Unless someone was so small that they didn't register.
That was when she looked down. There was a gilr standing there, a pipe in her hand. Eyja recoiled at the sight. Seeing a little girl smoking a pipe was truly a disturbing sight. “Life has been good, I guess . . . ehm . . .” Who was this girl? Why was she smoking. Eyja did take a moment to think about that. She was in a place full of magical beings, she knew this, but she couldn't have said who was human and who wasn't. As no one else seemed disturbed by the girl she'd just have to presume that this wasn't actually a little girl but some creature in disguise. Therefore it would be inappropriate to scold her for smoking. The witch exhaled and then smiled. “How's life for you? Care to join us in our conversation about speculations as to why the bartender won't serve me a glass of water?” She motioned to the woman sitting beside her as she had been the one to ask her in the first place. “My name is Eyja and it is a true pleasure to meet the two of you!” Her eyes shone with joy as she first looked at the girl, then at the woman. She always got this enthusiastic when she thought things were going well. She just hoped she wouldn't blow it like she usually did and wound up alone again. She was terrible at making friends . . .