[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] The woman's request was rather simple of less candles and guessed that she also had a sensitivity to the light and found what she needed far less than before the blight had turned them, she still missed food, water was still unavoidable but food was something she no longer needed. Emotions and energy.. were not as satisfying as what she cooked in some sense. [color=a2d39c]“Of course, I feel the same, I keep my rooms so.”[/color] Sya snuffed out most of the candles bringing the room to a soothing darkness that would probably disconcert one of the living. Sya blushed when she noticed the woman's gaze turned to her, she seemed to follow her and had no fear of her eye, ears and even seemed to welcome it. The gesture of tucking a hair behind her ear was so very normal, the lady was well shockingly normal, if you could call any of their kind normal. But it was simple, a gesture you could see anywhere anytime. Her heart that probably did not beat as fast as before picked up a pace, so close she could smell the lady wore a scent and the subtle smell the furs had left on her clothes, the fact was plain. Whatever this woman was, she was curious and pushed through her nerves, Dawn Haven was all about second chances even for those who were considered monsters by many. Olivia was so close it was conspiratorial, she was inches away now, the proximity was both the most scary and exciting thing she recalled recently. I want you… that was a bold statement but somehow Sya was honestly tired, she pretended to be normal for wider people, Sunni had let her be open but this was different. [color=a2d39c]“I… I have seen them, I am glad you have not. I came close, in those forests, the howls, they drew to me, things… pulled at my mind's own corners… but somehow I kept my head. I am truly glad I am your first.”[/color] Sya was genuine and she revealed more detail than she had told almost anyone, it felt lighter somehow. Easier, then the implication of her word choice came to mind and blushed, memories of… no, not that right now. That was a different time in a hay loft. [color=a2d39c]“I was never magically trained, I had to figure it all out… I'm still unsure if I understand it, surely. But I can try.”[/color] Sya broke into a smile a faint one but it reached her eye and she was rather expressive. I'm the gesture. [color=a2d39c]“That's quite a story. I fled my home with almost nothing, what little I could scavenge. I am maybe the last of that place. The Borderlands, I am one of the border folk, we are a rare kin now alas even ember Kin. So much is now blighted.”[/color] She said with a little sigh, they lay now heavily in the blight zone and she had felt no desire to enter it again, however immune to its effects and toxins. She did not know how she could refuse if Prince asked her though. [color=a2d39c]“i was worse than homeless for too long, until Dawn haven… A merchant helped fund all this, but I am its keeper and left it to my hand.”[/color] She glossed over what she did to survive, it was far from a light topic but she wanted to live more than they did. Gesturing to the building with a proud expression. She said mode than she thought, her hands rolling the fabric of a skirt between two pale fingers with hands that seen a less comfortable life. [color=a2d39c]“I would appreciate that, their are others here but.. some Who do know, I do not feel yet able to trust myself, they serve the Royals directly and … I am still cautious of them. My people were left to die by them… they ignored us, as we sent message and messengers.” [/color]Sya was honest, deeply honest and risked opening up herself, an open… well if the eyed were windows to the soul, Sya had a rather large gate. A gate that opened a crack as its iron hinges swung slowly. A crack that let out a fierce emotion and a hot fire that she usually kept locked up tightly. She talked of her sight , how she could see in the night like prevention in darkness black and how the world was a… pallete of not colour In the darkest night but greys and tinged almost blue. How she could almost see something but could not put her mind to understand it, there were hidden layers and an… another layer that had yet to reveal itself. Sya talked maybe too much but her heart felt lighter and listened intently to what she said about he needs and plans. But Sya felt a hand in her lap and made a choice, maybe a dangerous one but she had died… what was much after being dead? Fuck it . She died once, she had lived through hell.. why not… Sya moved her own smaller hand and turned It to interlock smaller hand with Olivias, intrigued how both their skin was cooler and the fact that her nails felt dangerously sharp, hard but also did not hurt Sya. [color=a2d39c]“You have it. I will Call you friend.” [/color]Sya said, repeating self when she realised she deviated from the common tongue of her former homeland. It is almost said as an oath than a statement. [color=a2d39c]“I have to run the Inn, but I will help you in my spare time, this room… and the room your coachman has. I can do.. a … longer. term. Lease. Yes.?”[/color] Sya said she was still unsure of the wording but gestured. [color=a2d39c]“If you wish, I keep it for you, the basement… has room for goods, and strong room? If you need”[/color] Sya said, wondering if her wording was right. [color=a2d39c] “I do not know why, but I feel like I should help you, like… something important…”[/color] Sya shook her head unsure, the big blue eye of hers was confused but content in a way that could not be hidden. Looking at the red eyes of Olivia, she have the hand a gentle press and well. Sunni made her Mistress…it was her choice… and she made it. Olivia she would aid. [color=a2d39c]“I Live up, near the back. There's a stair back near the way down to the bar, if not, my office is on the hall to mine and the merchants personal rooms. You are welcome to find me there if needed.”[/color] She smiled at that, she was proud, her office, her ledger. her quill and ink she practised so hard to learn to list the accounts. Talking of more light topics, fell to explain dawn Haven, some of its characters and some of the gossip she picked up, such as Lunaris soldiers, to be careful of winged blightborn, but not fear him and lesser topics. [color=a2d39c]“Anything in particular you want to know?”[/color] Sya never really noticed she had not let go of the other woman's hand, nore they shifted closer over time. And.. Sya did something impulsive. She closed her large blue eye. [color=a2d39c]“Forgive me, but I died once, I saw fire consume the wolf and man cojoinefI was treated worse than a beggar, and i… I thought no one would ever be truly comfortable with me.”[/color] Sya perspective and her very nature and... deep somthing changed that day, the day the blight took her, and now she did not hesitate when she saw a chance because who knew if she would ever get one again. Sya leaned over the short distance, a matter of inches and leaned up cutely to kiss Olivia. A soft and tentative one as she felt the gentle strands of white Cheekily nudging it from her ear. [@amorphical]