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I shall now demonstrate the Law of Sacae…
Tribesmen fighting with all they have for the sake of one another!

Sue was delighted to see that Ninian was safe, even if it did seem she got a little bruised from being lost in the wilderness. It was a good thing that Loch, the Heron Sage found the dancer before any wild animals reached her. Sue's own duties, like selling her bows and training with both weapons kept her from visiting her half-dragon friend.

What floored her was the waitress clothes. She'd known Ninian to be a shy person... so maybe this job was to help her be more open? "Ninian... it's good to see you. Ah... I heard this place had just opened, and I wanted to try the pies. Tea would be nice too." She smiled, not thinking of any better greeting for a proper reunion.

A soft clicking was made as Sophia’s shoes tapped lightly against the cobblestone while she walked down one of Eyris’ roads. It had been a while since she had been outside the castle, and she was looking forward to finding a suitably relaxing way to spend the afternoon. Though she had only caught bits and pieces, rumors of a new café that was opening today had even reached the castle and she thought it couldn’t hurt to check it out. Being that today was the grand opening it was sure to be filled with people. Sophia wasn’t one for big crowds, but crowds meant she probably knew at least a few people that would be there.

As expected, the Hostess Club was bustling with activity. It was so terribly busy, Sophia wondered if she could even get a seat. Kindly excusing herself from the waiting line, she wandered around, weaving between the tables, hopeful at finding anyone she might now from past guild events. She wasn’t an incredible social kind of gal though, so her chances were slim, but she remained vigilant. Her hopes were answered when her lavender colored eyes landed on a familiar lord.

He had already been approached by a waitress though, and for a moment Sophia debated if she should still approach the man. No, Sophia… it’s not too late, she’s just taking his order. Mustering her courage, she clenched her hands tightly together before walking over to greet the two. “Um, i-if it’s not too much trouble… may I sit here as well?”

Ephraim looked up from the menu and down back at it "If I may" he started until Sophia came into view and asked if it was alright to sit here. Actually to be honest, Ephraim was more then happy to see Sophia here.

He smiled "No, not at all. I'd be delighted to sit with you" offering the lavender hair'd girl a seat across from him. It was a table for two anyhow, worked out for the best. Since Sophia was now here, gives them more time to look at the menu a little. "We'll take two glass of water for now, give us a little more time?" not sure what Sophia wanted at the moment, perhaps water for now would be the best bet before they finalized their menu order.

After looking at the menu for a bit, he then looked up at Alihi and greeted her with a smile. "Can I get some biscuits and some water?"

The cold glass of water sat in front of him and Sophia, almost in between. He picked it up, taking a sip and placed it back down on the table. "I haven't seen you since the wedding, how are things?" He didn't know where to start. It'd been months since the two had actually talked and the last time they saw each other, converse wasn't made. Well, actually, one can't really talk in the middle of a battle and they were up against Loki if the prince recalled.

Ephraim tapped the side of his glass cup. His attention returned to the small menu in front of him. "How about something to eat?" He asked, holding the menu up to the girl, a soft smile across his face. There wasn't anythign in particular he wanted to order, but that scone he smelled earlier..oh he sure could order that but the menu itself listed a bunch of dessert which led him to be undecisive about ordering anything.

The place itself was starting to get lively by a smidge, people were slowly coming in. Even though the cafe had just opened, it sure caught the attention of many.

After waking up to the voices of people coming from downstairs, Aruna slowly rolled out of bed, which was just a few feet from the door. Letting out a small yawn, she slithered over to the full-sized mirror next to a dresser on the opposite side of the room. The nagini gazed at her reflection noticing her beautiful crimson hair was a complete mess. She grabbed her conveniently placed hairbrush from atop the wooden dresser and began stroking the tangled red strands.

“Why must it be so noisy,” she asked herself before pausing. “Oh wait. Today is opening day. I must have woken up late.” No matter how bright the sun was, this snake woman could sleep at any time she wanted; as long as she was comfortable and tired enough.

Aruna glanced at a black ruffled dress draped over the back of a chair. “Suppose I should get ready for my new job,” the half reptilian lady said, setting the brush down. As she moved towards the maid garment, she untied the silk sash around her waist and let it fall to the ground without a care. Next Aruna stripped out of her top then threw it down. The pearl straps made a clacking sound upon impact with the floor boards.

Finally reaching her uniform for the day, she picked it up and wiggled her way into it. Surprisingly, the clothes fit decently. It was a little tight in the chest area, but Aruna could live with it. Hatmon was generous enough to provide her with the work dress. It would have been rude to complain about a minor discomfort when her new employer gave her so much; a temporary place to live, a waitressing job, a small new wardrobe, and a meal. Well, maybe she will say something to the chimera when she gets a chance. Perhaps it wouldn’t be any trouble. Of course not. No trouble at all.

The female naga slithered back to the mirror. Placing her right index finger on her ruby lips, she looked intensely at herself. “Hmm... It’s missing something.” Aruna opened the top drawer of the dresser and yanked from it a violet medium-sized cloth bag. This housed quite a few of her accessories and jewelry. She pulled out a white and black laced headband and matching choker. “Perfect!” These will compliment the maid theme quite nicely. Unclasping her pearl necklace, Aruna replaced it with the thinner choker. Afterwards she set the decorative band upon her head and adjusted it slightly. “Absolutely adorable,” the woman giggled as she posed for the mirror.

“Now let us see what all the commotion is downstairs.”

Aruna traveled outside “her” room and to the steps leading downward. Gripping the handrail tightly in order to maintain her balance, the nagini slid her spotted serpentine tail very slowly down one step at a time. Stairs were very annoying to climb/go down without legs; humans made it look so easy. Although this was a trial she would just have to overcome if she was going to start living in the lodging half of the café. “Ugh. Finally,” she muttered under her breath as she reached the ground floor. Honestly, the number of steps weren’t many.

Venturing to the kitchen first, the snake woman intended to find her furry boss, Hatmon. “Hm. She doesn’t seem to be in here,” Aruna thought as she looked around. Suddenly her gaze fell on a certain blue-haired chef whisking some cake frosting and staring out a window at the dining room. This person seemed familiar for some reason. Like she had encountered them before back when she worked for a herbalist, Dr. Solomon the so called medicine man. Was this human the same one who impersonated the “good doctor” and had tried to trick her into handing over some of their popular medications? The only way to confirm her speculations was to actually speak to the cook.

“Excuse me,” Aruna addressed to Kris. “Forgive me for interrupting.” Unexpectedly, she began to lie. “I am a bit new here. Who do I report to for the waitress job?” In the back of her mind, she knew exactly what work she should be doing at this moment in time. However, the scaled one wanted to experience Kris’s reaction to her presence. Perhaps he would recognize her too. It’s not like there are a lot of nagas slithering around Eyris or even Learania for that matter.

Smiling sweetly, she waited for a reply. Her yellow serpentine eyes inspected the head chef’s every move.

...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...

Kris’ gentle whisking of the icing came to a sudden stop as the light swishing sound of the door opening and closing hit his ears. It was probably another waitress, well actually, it damn well better be a waitress! The manakete just couldn’t have customers entering his kitchen on a whim. No, no, if such a thing happened he’d make sure Ganon had the poor soul flying through the nearest window. Still, even though, even though it didn’t really concern him much, if at all, Kris liked to know who entered his domain and when.

Angling his head, he cast his gaze towards the door, right onto the nagini who had entered and who was now approaching him. Drat Without looking suspicious he turned his head back to the bowl in front of him as his face contorted into a grimace. Aruna might or might not have remembered Kris, but he sure remembered her. Either way, talking to her was dangerous, but it provided an opportunity to stir up some trouble for Hatmon; Kris had always been a big fan of trouble.

Placing the bowl down on the table in front of him, Kris snatched a light blue bowl scraper out from one of the drawers. As her turned to face Aruna, his grimace transformed into a small smile, “Oh, no, think nothing of it. You report to Hatmon, who ought to be in the other room. If you’ll wait just a moment, I would be more than happy to fetch her for you.” Before departing to find the mentioned chimera, Kris twisted his hand and using the spatula scooped up a small amount of the strawberry icing. “Here, why don’t you give this a taste for me, while you wait, hm?” He offered the scraper to the woman before turning his attention to Ninian.

“Right away,” Kris chirped, as pulled out a pie knife, before sliding over to the insulated storage place that housed the warm baked goods. While pulling one of the pre-cut apple pies out and placing it on the nearby table, he readied a plate next to the tasty treat. With a practiced motion, Kris transferred one of the slices from the pie dish onto the plate before handing the plate off to Ninian. “In the future, if you’re in a hurry, or if I’m not around, you’re more than welcome to help yourself. Just remember the warm foods are here,” Kris said while point at the insulated storage place as he put the pie away. “And the cold ones are here.” He pointed at the ice box this time, which was kept next to the insulated storage place for convenience.

“Drinks aren’t kept, or made here, that’s handled solely at the bar.” Kris’ finger once again changed directions, this time it pointed at a door that connected the bar the kitchen. “Vika ought to be attending to the bar as usual, unless business took her away for a moment.” A smile passed over Kris’ lips once more to show he wasn’t trying to be anything but helpful. “Now I have a promise to keep, so I shall be sending Hatmon this way once I locate her,” with those parting words, Kris escaped the confines of the kitchen to locate his furry little friend.