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"I was referring to your assumption that I don't know any better," he growled, voice clipped.

Svana set a hand on his thick bicep. "Leave it," she commanded.

Grumbling, he slumped down in his seat, although it didn't make him look any smaller.

Baldur, who had remained quiet during the exchange, snorted to himself, but didn't say anything. His opinion on slavery wouldn't have any impact, so he kept it to himself. Besides, he didn't need Urt to have some personal revelation. The army he gathered for them had turned the tide. They would probably need it to win.

Kira said, "He's the only Prescott child who ever gave me the time of day. The others hate me. Though I can't understand why."

Blair had pulled Claudette into his lap, happy to have his arms around her.

"Svana," he said, "I want to thank you for my confidence to dump Kira. How can I?"

To Jelryn, she said, "I've failed out of office too many times to be considered a leader for my people. I need Blair."

Svana blithely waved Blair away. "You gave me an orgasm. That's all I was after. Consider your debt paid."

She vaguely wondered how long it would take for Kira to burst into flames out of sheer rage. In her opinion, it took a truly special person to live hundreds of years and not learn how to handle people in all that time. Still, Kira's vicious streak was admirable.

Urt grinned at Ibara. "You should try it some time. You might like it." He then made a very crude gesture with his hand and tongue.

"That sounds so crude," Blair said. "Shouldn't that be more passionate and love driven?"

Kira was starting to cry again, thinking about everything she had said. Giant waves of water were crashing down on the cafe, and Blair grabbed Claudette to get to a higher ground. They were drenched immediately, and it was beginning to rain in the cafe.

"No one likes me," she said, sobbing, unaffected by the water. "No one will ever like me!"

Jelryn just stares at Kira for a few moments. "And what have you done to make them like you?" he asks. "Your attitude warns people off, not the opposite. I know people don't like me, and I don't care. Most of them are small minded and petty. What does it matter to me if they don't find my person appealing?" He shakes his head gravely. "Then again, I come from a land where very few people harness magical power; it gives me an edge. But you, you are surrounded by many others who have magic, yes? So, then if you want things to go your way, you need to find another edge."

With a sound of minor annoyance, he concentrates. Tiny little plants sprout out around the people who are wet. They have strange leaves that grow towards the water and start sucking them up. If Svana doesn't freak out and start slashing at them, she'll probably get dry relatively soon...assuming Kira actually stops the deluge.

((OOC: I'm not trying to be rude, but I lost my post and I don't remember what's in it, so I'm going to respond to newer stuff. I really need to start writing my posts on a notepad or word file so I don't keep loosing it!))

"My whole world was destroyed. I only survived because of a sudden surge of power," Mynoris explains to Ibara. "So, while I still have some powers, anything that came from being linked to my world is gone. Without people connected to me, I'm not really much of a goddess anymore." She shrugs; it happened so long ago that she's not weeping over it, though sometimes it still has the power to make her sad. "As for the Orc, if it works for him, then there's no reason to interfere. If he was interested in rebelling, then you would have an opening to try to push your ideas. The way things stand, I would wager it's best to leave him alone."

And then, WET. On the bright side, most of her outfit is leather, not metal, so rust isn't a huge issue. And her sword/dagger is sheathed, so protected. Still, she somehow feels less buoyant with her hair getting all plastered to her skull and her clothes sticking to her like that. Though, it gives a pretty good outline to her form.

"Your'e really not making us like you any better," she points out to Kira.

Baldur stood in annoyance until it started raining fire. He ducked under the table at the same time as Svana and Urt.

"Why are we on her side?" Urt demanded grumpily.

"We're on our own side," she amended tartly.

"Can I hit her with my ax?"

"It wouldn't do any good. I already gutted her once. She just heals it instantly."

Grumbling, Baldur shot her an annoyed look. "You just had to go sleep with her fiance."

"How does that make this my fault?" she cried in outrage.