All was peaceful within the tropical lands of Eljante. A half moon was high overhead, taming the tide so that its once-wild crystal waves lapped gently at the shore. Wind whistled far, far off through the ravenous gorges and valleys of the sky-high Yvettan mountain ranges, and surely that same whisper of breeze tickled the thick of the Balor rainforest even farther away than that. Tentative rain fell over the seaside village, a distant crash of thunder striking the land with more of a comforting rumble than any booming reverberation of sound. Though for a moment it set the skies alight, the coming storm was as good as unheard. There was not a care in the world about the weather from the denizens of Ochta village, much less from those within the wily "Sweeping Gull" tavern.
Ezelkia had a table for two all to herself following her arrival, and the raucous atmosphere that had nearly locked her in place was finally starting to mellow out with the onset of night. Whether she came to the bar to drink, to mingle, to seek employment, or for other reasons altogether, she had gained plenty of appraising looks from boozy-eyed, merry souls in the short time she'd been there. None had committed to approaching her just yet, and though for the moment she was alone, a turn of her head in any direction revealed several characters of interest.
A few tables over, she could see a faint and thinning crowd around the table of a rabbit woman, the golden rings in her large ears and flouncing gypsy attire proclaiming her to be a fortune teller. The sign hanging off the front of her table declared her to be "Beatriz the Revealer," while the amused look in her eyes gave the intimation of someone who was quite down to earth.
Alone by the sparsely-populated dance floor, a sly looking bull man watched the few parties nearby, a slight drunken sway to him and happy twinkle of longing in his handsome eyes. Ezelkia had seen enough of his hulking stature around town and heard enough gossip about work at the mill to recognize his name as Oden.
The bartender at the counter was a snow leopard of indeterminate gender. After serving a lemur woman and offering a well-received wink, they set their chin atop their folded hands and only watched, green eyes taking in the sight of their tavern with a satisfied grin as their tail swayed methodically behind them. Their name tag revealed the name "Mackizelli."
Of course, some nights, only so much entertainment could be found in the company of others. If she really wanted to, Ezelkia could exit the bar and walk along the beach, enjoying the pleasant rain and the comforts of nature as opposed to the inebriated exuberance of strangers.
Ezelkia had a table for two all to herself following her arrival, and the raucous atmosphere that had nearly locked her in place was finally starting to mellow out with the onset of night. Whether she came to the bar to drink, to mingle, to seek employment, or for other reasons altogether, she had gained plenty of appraising looks from boozy-eyed, merry souls in the short time she'd been there. None had committed to approaching her just yet, and though for the moment she was alone, a turn of her head in any direction revealed several characters of interest.
A few tables over, she could see a faint and thinning crowd around the table of a rabbit woman, the golden rings in her large ears and flouncing gypsy attire proclaiming her to be a fortune teller. The sign hanging off the front of her table declared her to be "Beatriz the Revealer," while the amused look in her eyes gave the intimation of someone who was quite down to earth.
Alone by the sparsely-populated dance floor, a sly looking bull man watched the few parties nearby, a slight drunken sway to him and happy twinkle of longing in his handsome eyes. Ezelkia had seen enough of his hulking stature around town and heard enough gossip about work at the mill to recognize his name as Oden.
The bartender at the counter was a snow leopard of indeterminate gender. After serving a lemur woman and offering a well-received wink, they set their chin atop their folded hands and only watched, green eyes taking in the sight of their tavern with a satisfied grin as their tail swayed methodically behind them. Their name tag revealed the name "Mackizelli."
Of course, some nights, only so much entertainment could be found in the company of others. If she really wanted to, Ezelkia could exit the bar and walk along the beach, enjoying the pleasant rain and the comforts of nature as opposed to the inebriated exuberance of strangers.
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