[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Dawn Haven _ “Bath House”[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Snuggle Snakey times! With thr Blightborn Simmmer society's Soak[/b][/color] [/centre]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Now with 50% more blood alcohol content.
Sloshed snakes can slither too[/b][/color][/centre]

Sya was busy inspecting her buttons and adjusting her dress as she was preoccupied to notice Orion approach as she sang a soft tune in a borderland language, harsher and more like Ivor than she was her Auralian side, who most influenced her particular homeland.[color=c4df9b] “Drømde mik en drøm i nat um
silki ok ærlik pæl”[/color] She sang and Moved to the gentle sway of the rhythm of the song, lost In her own world for a time in a way only Sya broke…yet functional self could hop between things without even a single pause and swap back again. Ivor was probably one of the only ones who onew the language fully, she spoke a dialect that suppressed the thought that she was one of rare few left alive who knew that language now since the blight came and took the borders region under its grip.

Sya turned as she looked up with a large blue eye rested lower and blinked processing the moment before she was able to react fully, Sya knew work needed her but also a desire to head to snug and write in her journal about the day, to process her emotions about the day she did not understand fully that floated about her brain. 

[color=c4df9b]“Asssist… I'm … kinda drunk”[/color] She admitted and swayed more than normal as she tried to rise to her more normal height and lowered again, Sya was not sure how much wine she drank…but too much… yes. She Had Got Drunk in a Temple Hot spring crying her eye out and made two friends…. Kira was a good start at least. Maybe the goddess has helped her out, who knows…. Times were crazy, Sya had made a connection and would not give up on that. 

[color=c4df9b]“Yes, I called you a good egg.”[/color]Sya Said that like the statement was entirely normal and definitive, she had named him a good Egg, so she did not mind his company. [color=c4df9b]“So you are, you may essscort me to the post Office and back to the Eye, i need to send Erissss a letter. Hopefully explain..  well me. I have the first Dawn Haven Business account! And 2 others.”[/color] Said with a serious noble Voice she  managed failing harder than Ayel made friends with the local towns folk. She looped her much smaller arm around his and pulled herself up less steadily and used his balance to help her own. Sya despite her more reptilian lower body was still rather light and the smaller blight born woman found his muscle comforting. Her evident pride she had the first 01 Dawn Haven post office business account, the Eye had claimed it and it was hers. She was on the first page of the ledger. 

[color=c4df9b]“My tail can get hurt, so please be careful. i may have tripped over becky too.” [/color]She said as Sya moved off shakily leaving 8 to 10 or so feet S shapes in the mushy snow behind her, a genuine plea as she was unused to walking with someone like this in her changed form. truth Be told, she kinda liked it… Though unlike another village if she cuddled curled on his lap and went for a nap she would not find arms round her playing with her hair and making calming circles she enjoyed. They had made that a habit, it helped Sya sleep peacefully and she always felt safe in his arms, as they grew older their families just went along with what made them happy and they had been close long as anyone remembered. 

[i]It had been a slightly cool day. They sat in the grass wrapped in blankets, Sya half asleep. They had agreed to take over a small cottage near the stables, it was in need of repair but the old man had died and left it in disrepair and had been cleaning it out. She made soft sounds as she rested, they had named it “Farriers anvil” representing both of the families they came from and the trade they knew. 

An old board lay in front of them, a rough sketch of a sigil they would make for the door, a combination to represent them and the home it would be mounted on. Her dad has already agreed to make it from some old iron that got rejected from a shipment for the castle. [/i]

Sya head turned lost in a old memory with a small tear running off her eye before she turned back to Orion, failing to hide the action. [color=c4df9b]“Old memory, I did not have much but it wasss… enough to make me happy. Will we be happy again?“[/color] Sya said with a concentration to hold her hiss on letter S in check. She mused in only a way that alcohol could cause, 

[color=c4df9b]“Let's go, Orion, il get you back to Prince before its your bedtime and return the Snakeness to her tower lair.”[/color] Sya said with a small giggle and mental shift as she moved with a slower pace and glided along almost silently with but a quiet swish and movement of snow audible at all. 

For someone who had such changes Sya was managing, Her mind was far from healthy so it kind of worked..  her broken self was able to survive in ways her “fixed” self would have had a complete and utter breakdown. Sya tightened her grip a little as she held head up high, unwilling to let people have one more thing to use against her. She still swayed a little more than was safe but was using Orion to balance herself as her scales brushed against his leg when she slipped a little. 

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