[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Dawn Haven _ “The eye of the Beholder.”[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b]Open for Business[/b][/color] [/centre]

A more cheerful Syraeia left the kitchen and with a new energy when she went over to greet the woman. She had a purpose, maybe she was happy, but a purpose for now, a goal, an aim and a path that was certain. She could work from that. Her life had a trajectory again and that could easily turn into something more. 

Remembering Sunnis' words and her own. [color=a2d39c]“I am still a Cursed Emberkin. I admit, I feel… my.. instincts are closer.”[/color] Being honest and falling back on an old term of her local borderlands dialect her voice falling into a borderlands tone barely above his own hearing. [color=a2d39c]“Talk to them, and i'll put them to work tonight or tomorrow If they are willing.”[/color]Syraeia said a little more firmly than like, she would only take them freely agreed. 

Sunni has freaked out a little, when her sleeping form, seeming to appear to not to breathe, but that was not even high on on her mental strange list anymore. The boys needed to know what she was, and make their own choices. She would treat them like the young men they wanted to be in that regard. Sunni had to understand she knew she was different, her rebirth had changed her and she would not lie or hide that fact about her to him. 

Even the Prince and Princess could not break that mood, though they did dampen it abit. The guards well she narrowed her eye at the situation… they can talk it out over a drink… and she can bill them for it. 

Her attention was drawn back to the blight born woman, though Syraeia hearing was enhanced along with eye and blushed at the compliment, it was rare someone would use that word about a blight born, an cursed woman who she honestly was unsure if she even breathed anymore when she slept. 

Part of her wondered why she would call her beautiful of all things, but she never really had met many Blight-Born… they had to survive, and for many that meant trusting no one, moving often and paranoid levels of alertness. [color=a2d39c]“Thankyou”[/color] She said so softly only the woman would hear if she tried, blushing slightly at the compliment. 

The Prince and others were still keeping busy it seemed… two rooms, Food and board potentially …a good night. [color=a2d39c]“Il sort all that out for you personally. for now eat, warm up and enjoy my hospitality.”[/color] She did not need to quite know she was one of two staff…one part time. But it sounded good. 

[color=a2d39c]“I live up above the quest rooms, so if you need help, please do not think it's a problem. I am close by.”[/color] She said, giving them her full hospitality. The look she caught was a little, well a look she did not expect to be directed at her l that was for sure. She was not sure what to do about such things… but returned a soft smile. [color=a2d39c]“Breakfast is mostly cold, but the fire warms up quickly. If you have any items you prefer, let me know.” .[/color]

She gave the woman a genuine smile as she nodded confirming their order as two men entered and seemed to look the ladies way. OK, this lady made her curious, also another of her own kin who honestly was interesting. Whatever God, curse, or magic had decided to make each and everyone of them unique from feral Beasts, monsters to those with precautions like herself who could seem to be unaltered. And a woman of means to? How did one of her kin maintain their status? More questions.

Her other thoughts were put to side for now but kept poking their way in more and more…  well she had an inn to run, and what looked like orders. She could unpack that later in her room in private.

Soon she busied herself with the Orders Sunni had left for her, he was gone, he must have headed out the back. She could not judge though and honestly she was about as messed up as he seemed to be. He could be a idiot but Sunni was kind to her and his words had warmed her, she was not ready to admit more but felt more… human? Or was it just… less of a monster?

Humming as she moved to get food out, luck favoured as the Royal drama kept people busy while she could run between them getting the orders to tables flowing around with effortless precision. One thing she mastered as she almost danced around the floor of the tavern moving between barely pausing as she did with a song on her lips as she worked in the kitchen, an song she remembered from the great Hall feasts of youth. 

The Royals, the guards of Lunaris were making a powerful tense energy, if she thought too hard she could almost…sense it on the edge of her ..something. it was a change that she was extremely confused by. Her vision had grown sharper and the night was akin to day now since she had proper food, safety and warm clothes. 

Instead she chose to focus on her orders, Food, drinks though she passed by the woman in furs more than once to make sure she was happy… her own curiosity was too hard to fight though as she kept a closer tab on the woman, with a smile reaching her eye. 


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[Centre][H2][color=bc8dbf]Rider on a Black Lunarian. [/color][/H2][/Centre]


The first snow flakes drifted in front of the woman's eyes as she rode, dodging a broken cart that lay by the road with a wheel cracked through the thick hardwood bound with iron. It was empty and pushed to the side resting partly into a ditch of a cold and narrow stream. It was more forgiving than the mountains but the terrain was still a place that could claim your life if you showed disrespect for it. She had ridden from Valors Edge, the lowest and most distant of the keeps of Lunaris. It would take time to reach Dawn Haven and be a hard ride even for a veteran Lunarian. The weather would likely take some days to reach the lower lying settlements. 

The woman who rode up to the guards stood on the edge of Dawn Haven was clad in thick protective fur, and high quality material of her uniform. The ride through the high mountains would be far worse however and the woman and horse reached the gate tired and hanging on the saddle with her depleted strength. Good time was made but she barely had rested on the trip down in her desire for urgency.

The keep was inna bad way, they needed help if possible, and beyond the ability of her own escort she was assigned to aid them. Valors edge was the final keep before the border and in a bad state of repair, Lunaris had not had time to get the far keep in good repair before winter's bite reached them. 

[color=bc8dbf]“Tavern, Coswain, Lord or Lady. Persephone…"[/color] She said tiredly and was caught by one of the guards who let her rest, tiring her horse up, noting the heavy packs and quality of her gear. She was someone of rank. However the woman was in no fit state to make it further. Her travel cloak fell away revealing a cap and shorter red hair. 

The horse was too tired to fight as they tied it off, a tall back Lunarian breed built strongly for distance vs speed. “Takes a long ride to tire a Lunarian Heavy” The guard said to his compatriot on the watch as he stroked its neck and calmed the beast known for being fierce and very selective of their master or mistress. “Relax, I grew up a stable master's son” The guard said as he spoke softly to the animal and complemented its strength and fine black coat. You had to treat them like a fine woman and take your time as the horse pulled to try and reach its rider. 


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MENTIONS:
Internal scene.
[@The Savant]
[@amorphical]
[@The Muse]

Outside. Rider at the Town "gate" (going on in background)
[@Qia]
[@The Muse]
[@The Savant]