Dawning Emulsion
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- Posted: Wed, 28 Apr 2010 19:41:15 +0000
Zi Yin has been quite bad. She didn't really have any excuses. The trouble with this young woman is that she can't really keep still. Stillness for too long tends to get to her a bit. To cut a long story short, the originally quick shopping trip resulted in a trip to another realm, and as these things tend to go, she found herself caught up in life that went on there.
She really should learn to say no, and just stop being such a busy body.
Ah well, it's in her nature, what can she do?
Her silver bells jingled calmly as she pulled back on the sliding glass doors of Last Night's Bar. She sighed contently as she set foot into the familiar surroundings of their haven, her sharp eyes glancing over decor the place. Indeed it felt a little too still; she was somewhat a little glad that it pretty much is as she left it and there were no big disasters to clean up. Zi Yin couldn't sense any of magic or otherwise that tend to linger within the Bar's atmosphere and from that she concluded that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
She made her way briskly across the floor, moving towards the stairs. Sliding it open, she flung her cloak over the wall hook before moving upstairs to dust off. She noticed that the Bar had somehow been kept, so she assumed that either their employees or one of their guests had kindly been watching over. For that she was grateful.
She really should learn to say no, and just stop being such a busy body.
Ah well, it's in her nature, what can she do?
Her silver bells jingled calmly as she pulled back on the sliding glass doors of Last Night's Bar. She sighed contently as she set foot into the familiar surroundings of their haven, her sharp eyes glancing over decor the place. Indeed it felt a little too still; she was somewhat a little glad that it pretty much is as she left it and there were no big disasters to clean up. Zi Yin couldn't sense any of magic or otherwise that tend to linger within the Bar's atmosphere and from that she concluded that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
She made her way briskly across the floor, moving towards the stairs. Sliding it open, she flung her cloak over the wall hook before moving upstairs to dust off. She noticed that the Bar had somehow been kept, so she assumed that either their employees or one of their guests had kindly been watching over. For that she was grateful.