[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Dawn Haven _ “Town Sqauee”[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b]Snakey times![/b][/color] [/centre]

Eris Rejection hurt Sya a lot more than she wanted to admit, her tail slunk back and wrapped closer to her and her eye could not hide the hurt she felt. Eris had been someone who she had got to know and looked forward to visiting the Inn and she had backed away and treated her like a monster… The impact and weight of the last week was weighing on her and though a somewhat blurry eye she saw the Prince and Princess approach, dressed smartly as ever and looking confident as he always did. 

The puppet show, she turned to Gadez but Eris had taken the heart utterly out of her flirting. Sya might be seen as a monster by some but she had a very human heart that could be hurt. [color=c4df9b]“I…. Don,t be a stranger, Even if I'm changed, i still hurt.”[/color] Sya said exposing more of her own fears than she wanted to, Sya needed to get some space to calm down before she hurt someone by mistake that would hurt her even more. [color=c4df9b]“Eat, don't drop dead, like you, keep warm.” [/color]Sya said a little snappier and more larconic than Planned, but gestured to tables before she left.

Sya slithered over and grabbed one of the servings of moonshine one of her staff handed to her with a look of concern and downed it with a cough, as none had seen the Innkeeper like this and she tended to present a solid front to the customers and kept her game face on. For that to crack meant that something had impacted her harder than she could act like it did not. 

Right now she needed space but also had her obligations to at least greet the Prince and show her thanks for the feast, she was here and only to have what she had thanks to his town and endeavour. She forced herself much as she was in a bad mental place to think and turned at her waist to pick up extra. 

Forcing to pause she mentally braced self and then turned to slither, her tail somewhat sheepish and less confident than it was before. [color=c4df9b]“My Prince, welcome, Please sample our new products, I must ... .compose myself.”[/color] Sya said most obviously shaken and lacking her normal confidence. 

[color=c4df9b]“Fresh baked, and distilled, our first batch made in dd dawn…haven. and a gii..gift to you and your Princesssds. I must…i apologissse and get some sssspace.”[/color] Sya managed to hand him one intended for each of them, a fresh hot cookie, a small sample of her potent shine and a genatinous cube jelly that was still warm from the ovens. Her hiss got worse and she knew her emotions where running high.

Sya turned and slithered inside grabbing a bottle of wine and turning back out into the muddy and slushy road to the Temple deciding that the hot springs might be a quiet place where she might find a place of quiet contemplation. Leaving a clear line cut though the mush and snowy residue of the blizzard, Sya found no challenge to her progress and grip as she moved on her new limb with a determination to in her direction of travel. Maybe her changes had a few small upsides even if she drew looks and others comment. 

Sya paused, seeing an attractive woman, an Auralan by her tan and having clothes…that definitely were not warm enough. [color=c4df9b]“If you need any Ssservices please enquire at the Inn and you will be accomodated, I need to go, enjoy the feassst.”[/color] Sya said and could not manage more before she turned leaving in distress and headed to the hot springs. Sya needed some time to think. 

….


Daphne watched the snake-like woman leave, at what she imagined to be a snake like version of an detriminned stride. Few stopped the woman who seemed to need her space and Daphne was just confused about how to approach the current understanding of the blightborns. She had no idea what the future would take. 

She had a hot meal now, a drink and something to quench her needs, she was feeling better and the guard looked to check, things were currently under control and thankfully the man who called himself a lord never returned yet. 

She stood holding her ale and leaving an empty bowl popping a jelly into her mouth, sugar was a luxury and something that was rather tempting. Business to attend to…
[color=bc8dbf]“mlord …Prince.. Highness”[/color] Daphne said with a small bow of her head and placed the drink on a table next to her. [color=bc8dbf]“I know.your busy but i must by duty report, an Marauees Raunefeldt, an self claimed noble claimed your favour, abused the keeper Mistress Leela and others, I have to say, Lord Coswain and your Captains have approved us to detain him should he repeat the act. 

He is not adapted well to Dawnhaven I must honestly Report. He also insulted my Lord Coswain and his wife, myself and others. Please forgive, but… I cannot stand dishonourable conduct.

On Less urgent news...Dawn Haven may have a wedding.”[/color] Daphne finished and the tall Lunarian woman gulped, not used to dealing with royalty. 

Daphne waited to be dismissed and did not notice Nyla as such, too intent on the Prince and trying to deal with the events. He was a Lord. Maybe the Prince would make ground Lords did not. She did mention a comment about the Lunaris queen would strike deeper than he would want to enrage the veteran officer, skilled magical and non magical duelist, hopefully that would not come. 

She hoped she had not gone too far but she also could not stand by and let him act like that, much as all were Prince's subjects and due his protection, as they were loyal to him.

…


Sya route took her through the quieter side streets as she reached the Temple in good time realising she had effectively one much larger foot in a sense meaning she felt no issue pushing through snow, the muscles of her new limb generating more power than she ever had. Her vision merged to thermal in the darkness, she saw the blue tones almost by instinct and the light of the springs in energy and visual light. This was seriously freaky but she was too upset to force her vision to a single perspective. 

She did not even realise she had reached the Temple, too distracted before she was pulling her coat off and fumbling with the unfamiliar Auralian style of dress she had worn. 

A few minutes after that, she had left her clothes in a mostly neat pile, tunnel visioned she felt rough stone, wet and warm under her, hot moisture on her skin, and then water as her weight and full length of tail eased into water, finally letting herself cry as she drank some of the wine she had, her tail moving with the soft currents the heat created and glittering wet and shiny like a 1000 blight blue stars in the permanent moonlight. Her tears flowed and she let the whole trauma she had faced out of its tight box. 

Even a Blightborn had a heart and they could oy take so much.

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