[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] Sya pushed her cloak back it had fallen in front of her for nth time as she compared costs, lists, her rough idea and the fact her maths was still a work in progress, she had to go slowly and check herself each step of the way. [color=c4df9b]“Yes. you seen far stranger, carry on.”[/color] Sya said to the room with more confidence than she felt dropping her hood around her shoulders, the point to her ears visible, single eye glowing almost with own light and her brown hair in the more feminine French braid down her back. Olivia had left marks too, but those she doubted people asked about, maybe Sunni… Her paler skin by virtue of her nature made them stand out more. She had not shown skin to open sunlight for at least a year thanks to her new second life. She tended to hide herself by instinct but had begun to realise she was no stranger than anyone else and they were open… Olivia was confident. Why could she not be confident too? Orion and others never bothered to hide though they had Prince's direct protection and household. Maybe not that bold. Damn, that was a 100…not 105… She was a fast learner but maths sucked and she hated long division etc. Looking across the room the door was still an issue but one she had no answer to right now, she had already got a woman sleeping in the basement and Princes who she hoped did not send anymore to her doors at present as she had to turn them away. The Lunaris guard flinched slightly across the room but he did not react more than that, he seemed more content to observe and so more than act.on anything yet. She could understand that, caution and observation was the reason she was still alive and would put money on them thinking similar lines. Sya knew it was a risk but also knew everyone had rumours and maybe this might be the better approach at present. And somehow she felt however whirlwind it was that a certain woman would be most upset if she was found to be hurt. Sunni too, but he did not have nails that felt like they could cut steel… A glass in her hand she tasted the new batch of wine that came in recently and approved of it, a little sharp kick to it, it was no shine of selene but that had a kick that could maybe even phase Ivor. She could still enjoy alcohol but food was a pleasure denied her, Sya had rediscovered one other pleasure today but food was forever lost. The tavern Mistress sang softly to herself as she worked, it helped her concentrate.