[h1][centre][color=a2d39c]Syraeia Leela “Sy-a” Inn Keeper[/color][/centre][/h1]
[h2][centre][color=a2d39c]Eye of Beholder”[/color][/centre][/h2]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Debuff. Snek in need of hug. Really. [/b][/color] [/centre]
[centre][color=a2d39c][b] Tea Snake...I guess.... Flirting.. or just Sya... Can you even tell...
Sloshed snakes can slither too[/b][/color][/centre]

Sya gave a little uncomfortable shift and sway as she addressed the comment, yeah she was trying to distract people, yeah she was trying to keep their minds off things… That was her job to keep things from turning to chaos. [color=c4df9b]“Of vourse I am, but I'm not sure if everyone thinks that, and where else would I go if Prince zinks I failed?, I have friends, least 3 friends out there. I'm… well I no longer have to worry about shoes.”[/color] Sya said as she waved her tail with a shrug gesture and hid her point and question about how if people even saw her as human at times, she kinda implied…but not. Maybe she was too honest but Sya never really did do anything other than Sya. She seemed a decent lady. 

Sya was too diffrent, Dawn Haven would have to be a ride or die? Unless she headed to Dunatall…Panic never helped… never helped, chaos was a fire that burned and spread, Calm kept tempers and real fires down. She would not have to contemplate that idea…

She had to force herself to speak in the less Borderlands more general tongue as she softened her accent from the harsher tones of her homelands' lost accents and languages. [color=c4df9b]“My Mercy, oh, that could mean different thingsszz in my Lair.”[/color] Sya laughed with a hiss and tried to wink with one eye but clearly humour and the Lamia was not the most mentally stable but who could be after what she had endured. She was never boring though. [color=c4df9b]“Is it really a Lair when you live on the top floor with a balcony? Lairs are below ground? Being a queen of evil would suck, no hugs, and everyone thinks you need to solve their mistakes… il stick to being entirely sane and normal. Plus when did you see a Quwen in comfortable clothing 
 yikes. Sssdpikes are not comfortable. ”[/color] Sya said with a rather sharp tangent and a lighter tone, she was sociable and once you got past the scales and eye, she showed signs of the happy woman who was working on her own cottage with her childhood friend and partner. 

Truth be told her flexible mental state often she believed was how she managed to survive and retain her humanity, she bent and flexed with the blights changes in her mind not broken and snapped like brittle iron. 

[color=c4df9b]“Give me a few days, a week….I Have cookiessss though, pastery, shine, some soup and sssstew..  more even. it was meant to be a feast and display of everything we make…”[/color] Sya said with a little down tone to her voice, she had made a feast to celebrate and sell her business and all this happened…least the crown was the one helping pay for it! 

Sya hand and tail Moved in gesture as she spoke entirely fluid and without needing to look where she was in relation to self and others. 

[color=c4df9b]“Breakfast Ingots, be glad we do not go by first Name, travel food slab…”[/color] She gave an exaggerated shudder at the name Idea. [color=c4df9b]“least one more person can enjoy them in sssspirit they meant.”[/color]


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