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"Luanna," Calista said. "Huh. What a pretty name." Her voice was calm, fluid, though perhaps not entirely sincere - although not for lack of trying. She added quickly, "Oh, and I understand that notion. Places you've been before rapidly get rather boorish far too promptly, don't you think?" She brushed her hair away from her face, pulling a curl so that it twirled around her finger. "But, then, familiar places have familiar faces, and that's always fun. How did you get here? I came through my closet."

The waitress brought the drinks in long-stemmed wine glasses, and Calista picked them both up before Luanna had the chance to move. She hoped that if she moved them to a table, Luanna would follow. Calista had never met anybody like this woman, and doubted she ever would again, so she was determined to milk this encounter for all it was worth. What that worth would be, she couldn't tell - but she was damned well going to try anyway.

"Clearly," Yukikata said as he walked through the front door, "this is not the Mirky Pub."

He looked back through the door, saw the North Village and the typical people walking up and down the muddy streets. He then looked back into the cafe. People he had never seen before decorated this place. He figured, though he didn't fully understand or trust this place, that if he could get enter the cafe he can surely leave it.

With that notion he sat at the bar. All the seats were occupied save one by two strange looking women. He tried to avoid eye contact. He asked for green tea to the waiter and popped his knuckles as he waited for the tea.

"Err," he said, taken back, "Yukikata," he mumbled. Surveying the two women he quickly noted that both women were above average in beauty, or at least in his opinion, and a red flag raised in his mind. Beautiful women brought deadly trouble he thought as he turned to face them. He tried to smile, but quickly frowned once he realized he was wearing his face mask. There was no point in grinning.

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Calista sighed and let the sorceress include the newcomer. He freaked her out, although Calista couldn't figure out what exactly about him bothered her. He seemed different to all of the other men she had encountered in this place since arriving.

"Oh Mif," she muttered under her breath. With a roll of her eyes she thrust one of the glasses towards its owner. "Look, I might have misunderstood, but I don't think I have. What's the use of this funny business? I thought your name was Luanna, and now it's not. Unless I misheard you - which, once again, I don't think I did." Calista scowled. "Where are you from, anyway?"

Calista raised an eyebrow. "Really. Huh. So, you're like... a gypsy?" Calista looked the sorceress over from her head to her toes. She didn't look much like a gypsy. Her robes were much nicer than the young woman would expect from somebody without a permanent home. "You know, I understand that this cafe is sort of a link between worlds." She took a sip from her glass. "I'm curious about your world. World. Those are words I never thought I'd say."

The one thing Calista hoped more than any other was that this world, this limbo between worlds, would be more forgiving of her magical past.

The sorceress was surprised by Calista's reaction. She just accepted it? No questions, no protests, just..."Huh." She couldn't say if she was pleased or disappointed. The sorceress could continue to enjoy Calista's company, but leaving would be a bit more difficult.

Of course, no expression crossed the elf's face except for calculated amusement. "Gypsy," she mused, "I've never heard that word before." She gazed off and gave a smile, mouthing the word again. It was a strange, pretty word. She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it.

She turned to the man, Yukikata, with her standard cryptic smile. "It appears so," she gestured to the other bar patrons. "It would explain the many different sorts we have here. I've heard tales of other worlds before, from bards and other mages like myself. A lovely thought, isn't it? So much is out there after all." She grinned as she took another sip from her wine. "Perhaps infinite possibilities," she said while her eyes wandered around the room, skipping from door to door. "Infinite escapes. Mm," she put her drink down and turned back to Calista. "My own world is beautiful in nature, spectacle, festival, and magic...Its people, not so much." She laughed, a laugh that was unquestionably bitter. "The people where I am from are deceitful and cruel, and will go from being your closest friend to your worst enemy at the drop of a single word," she said, and shook her head as she finished, covering up her obvious emotional outburst with another sip of her wine. She was inwardly embarrassed at her slip; outwardly, she quickly regained her composure. "Yet," she sighed, "I suspect people are like that in all worlds."

The sorceress was still trying to calm herself, breathing deeply as she drank from her glass. Her distress was imperceptible to the others, but her outburst had disturbed her. She'd gotten too comfortable. She listened as Calista spoke, however, and smiled at the discussion of her myths.

"Ah, t'would make sense," she said, her voice light and musical. Her sudden jump to cheerfulness was jarring even to her. "And it is sad." She looked around at the doors again. "As I believe I said before, it would be the perfect escape." She finished the last of her wine and gestured for more. "Except," she mused, looking up while once more tapping out a rhythm on the bar, "all the planes would become far too similar. Influencing one another through travel and contact. Wouldn't be an escape then. But perhaps now?" She turned her green eyes back on Calista. "You say in your religions that people cannot move between planes as was intended, and yet here we are."