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"You people are so mean!" Kira snapped.

The fireballs were melding together as a strong wind rushed through, and the the fireballs melted together. She had created a fire tornado. Again.

"Blair is gone!" She howled, still crying. "He would never let any of you be mean to me! He's so kind to everyone and full of compliments and he found someone who treats him better than I do!"

"And I'm making him sick and I don't even care!" She continued. "It's just his stupid allergies and he can't be a normal person and dammit I want him to be an Immortal. Why can't be be!?"

Mynoris shrugs helplessly at Ibara. "To be honest, I don't know. Magic was never my strong suit." If she wasn't in a bubble, she'd go over and slap Kira in hopes of making her less...well...hysterical.

"We're mean? What did we actually do to you?" she asks Kira bluntly. "I think the young man over there is right. I've heard the saying, you can't have your cake and eat it too. Looks like you have to sit down and decide what is the most important thing to you and let everything else go."

Looking over to Svana, she says, "As far as I can tell, the only thing you might be faulted with is not having a full grasp on who your ally was. Other than that, she did tell you to sleep with her fiance, and so you can hardly be blamed for that." She shrugs.

While Ibara didn't quite care much for the orc thing...she did cast a shield over him, and tried to put one over the savage women, thought she was under a table, but she couldn't. In her stressed and emotional state, two was all she could handle. Thankfully the bubbles didn't block sound. Only fire...or anything else it would start raining.
Part of her duty was to protect...thought she did not agree with what she knew of these things, they were still beings, living beings. That was enough.

((Ooc: Sorry guys, I accidentally killed the whole CC sweatdrop I'm working a twelve hour shift today so I won't be on. I'll set it up so you guys can actually post today!))

Kira vanished from underneath Urt, and she reappeared near the door. She was panting, her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her mouth held a slack expression. The tornado was quickly dissipating as she was running out of steam. She sat down at the furthest table away from everyone with her head in her hands.

Her voice was shaking, flat, and colorless. She said, "I've been alive for hundreds of years, but I've never said this before," she laughed bitterly, "I'm sorry, everyone. My feelings are really hurt that Blair is leaving me, and I don't know how to handle it. I feel like maybe he's right about me. I'm too volitile. I'm too emotional. I don't handle things well. I'm mean and rude. And maybe being the opposite will help him see that I'm the one for him. I just want him back, but I dragged all of you into this. I... I hope you can forgive me."

Claudette and Blair were returning into the main part of the cafe now that the magic had settled down. Blair's cheeks were pink from fever, and Claudette looked immensely worried. He had insisted on coming back to try to stop Kira from whatever she was doing, but it seemed someone already had.

"I know all of you probably hate me right now. And I'd understand that. But. I really hope none of you do. I... I'm sorry for the way I acted."

Kira was trying hard not to scowl as she was talking; it was her personal belief that she should never apologize for anything, yet here she was, groveling for forgiveness. If that's what it took, she decided.

Blair and Claudette looked surprised, and they exchanged worried looks. But it seemed, other than Blair's fever, all was well for now.

Kira was still sniffling, but she wasn't crying anymore. She was drinking and talking to herself.

Blair stood and went to Urt. He felt a little intimidated by the huge orc, but he let that slide for once. He was still pale and feverish, and his voice was weak.

"Thank you, mister Urt," Blair said. "If you hadn't stepped in, who knows what would have happened."

He looked around nervously.

"I want to buy you and Svana and Baldur and Mynoris and that cloaked man and the scaly girl all dinner. It was my fault Kira acted up like this. Please order whatever you like off the menu."

Well...this were eventful here. To much for Ibara's taste but it seemed she would be stuck here awhile, in a room full of strangers. The bubble around her, Mynoris and she shield over the orc disappeared. Instead she started to smother all the little fire's here and there.

Apparently, she had missed something. IT was obvious these people were insane, especially the one who had just about lost it and killed them all in the process. But it seemed was offering food. What did she mean 'buy'? another thing on a growing list the girl did not understand. She looked down at the soaked dress. Rain, then fire. The magic was in impossible, Ibara had seen such things in dreams...but they were not dreaming.

"I need dry cloth.." She muttered to herself, before her eyes lifted and found the others. What food did this place even have? Anything that she had in her realm? "Any sort of meat will do. And ground flowers as well."

Svana squeezed out her long hair, still soggy, still upset about it. "Trust me, Blair. I think we all helped with Kira's tantrum. And quit apologizing. Let's just be grateful Urt didn't make it."

Urt grunted something affirming with the flash of a smirk, sitting down next to Baldur and checking him out while he wasn't looking. Now that would be interesting, although she doubted Baldur was the least bit interested. Rumor had it he had turned down one an advancement from one of her swamp elves. One of the male swamp elves. Einer, probably.

At Kira's wail, Svana dug out her ear again. If that girl was one of her slaves, she would have clipped her vocal chords by now.

And agian, Ibara was confused. How were they to cook their food? She saw no fire pit here. She was about to ask about that, and what cider was, but wet. Ibara reaches behind her back, undoing the laces as she hopped of the counter and started to peel of her dress, but she was stopped as a girl was before her with clothes.

"oh, thank you, little one," She said. "Your name, I have not yet heard. I am Ibara." She took the cloth and unfolded one, oh, so they called these towels? Hum. She peeled off her gown, leaving her nude, setting it on a seat while she dried herself. Scales moved around her in jagged lines, contrasting with the swirling blue/purple coloring that covered most of her scales.