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Ah-Ra always had been a night owl, being a self-proclaimed insomniac. It wasn't that she had trouble sleeping, she could've won several medals for the length of time she could sleep without awakening. It was just that Ah-Ra valued time. Why waste it on giving your mind rest when you could be elsewhere exploring the mysteries of Lunaria? Today however, had been the contrary. The female had been yearning to catch up on her 'Zzzs' when her youngest brother, Hyun-Joong broke the beginnings of her delicious reverie. Being the youngest out of the four siblings, trivial chores and errands always seemed to be passed down to her. Her brother flung a letter at the girl in the bed, and shouted before slamming the shaky wooden frame of her door, "Uhh...Go to the Ichi Koi Inn and Bar! Deliver that to the owner, say it's from father! And uhhh...he said something about not bringing Sultang! Apparently he detests animals." Ah-Ra groaned, rolling her eyes and out of bed, and began to prep herself for the delivery.

Now, she neared the bar, it was barely any excercise for her sturdy legs as the distance between her house and her destination was minimum. In one hand, Ah-Ra held a professional-looking scribe, (it even included a wax seal!), and in the other, her beloved pet pygmy hog, Sultang. Other places at this time and area had quieted down, but even from a distance, the boisterous voices of excited men could be heard. Sultang emitted a squeal of annoyance. Though Ah-Ra didn't mind, Sultang disliked being around too many male Lunarians; some of them positively reeked! Stroking Sultang as to reassure the both of them, Ah-Ra stepped into the bar.

It certainly contained a positive atmosphere, to say the least, albeit the whole perimeter contained a stench of old alcohol. "Excuse me!" Ah-Ra attempted to call over a rose-skinned waitress with an impressive cleavage. The Lunarian came over with a hop in her step. "What would you like? Today's speciality is-" she excitedly started. Before she could continue however, Ah-Ra cut her off with an inquiry. "Where may I find the boss?" The woman rolled her eyes, and pointed her finger towards the stairs. "He's in the room around there. And get out quickly if you're not buying anything!" With a huff and a puff, the waitress turned tail and got back to serving customers. Geez, people could be so touchy! Sultang snorted in agreement.

While Ah-Ra was being careful as to not step on the feet of gambling men, her brother's words ringed in her mind. That's right, the owner didn't like mammals like Sultang! Gah, what was she to do? Sultang certainly wouldn't agree to to being tied to a pole or something, the pygmy had an enormous ego. Nudging herself over to the entrance once again, Ah-Ra put the small pig down on the wooden floor and leveled herself to gain eye contact with her beloved pet. Lifting a finger at Sultang as to chide her, "Okay, Sultang. You have to stay put, right here! If you go anywhere else, it's dangerous! You could be turned into bacon." Ah-Ra explained, mouth slightly curving into a smile when the hog's pupils dilated at the horrifying thought. "So, wait for me, okay? It won't be long!" she sang, before skipping off. Hopefully, nothing would happen, and she dashed off towards the direction of the owner.

The delivery had gone well enough, the boss of the Ichi-Koi Inn and Bar had been extremely receptive, and seemed to know what the letter contained. He thanked Ah-Ra, and asked her to let her father know that his reply would come soon. After good-byes and smiles were exchanged, Ah-Ra hopped out of the room; thankful that the mission had finished without a disaster of sorts occurring, and longed to go back to sleep with Sultang in her arms.

Skillfully maneuvering her way through the maze of belching, boisterous, bloated men, Ah-Ra's emerald eyes were lit with excitement at the prospect of telling Sultang her opinion on the owner of the bar. Yeah, that had been the plan, but...but, Sultang wasn't there! The female began to panic, closing her eyes and taking a fresh breath of her hair. Once she'd open her eyes again, the hog would be there, struggling to break free of the rope. One, two, three...Eyelids fluttered open. Sultang wasn't there. It had been all her fault! The hog had a pride too, and Sultang never took well to being chained!

The pig couldn't have gotten far, and so began her search. The place was way too crowded, and every call without reply was beginning to make her feel a bit exasperated. "SULTANG!" she cried out desperately once more. Suddenly, a particular brown-haired male caught her peripheral vision. The boy sat down at a booth, holding in his grasp, Sultang! Pushing everyone in her way aside, despite the yells and glares she received, she stampeded toward the boy. Upon reaching him, a harsh slap was delivered directly to his face, and Sultang was snatched away. It was a mean action on her behalf, but, but, he started it! Had her precious baby been hurt? "How dare you!" Ah-Ra frowned. Her mother always said she jumped into things way too quickly for her own good, and she was right. The boy was probably down-right offended, he could have simply been misunderstood. Well, too late; she couldn't take that slap back.

And how she regretted it.

Ah-Ra bit her bottom lip. She was completely frozen, like the statue centered in her humble abode. Should she apologize? Should she make a run for it? Or should she try to deliver an explanation? It was a foolish decision on her part to immediately resort to a physical attack, but this was Ah-Ra Hwang. For all she knew, the poor boy could have just been petting Sultang! But there was a possibility that he was planning to brew her in a pot, sprinkle her with spices- the horror! Anyways, the tanned girl was simply grateful for the fact that he hadn't turned it into another fist-fight at the bar.

So, she made her next move. Acting as if she owned the place, Ah-Ra sat on the seat across him in the booth. For a moment or two, she stared at the glowing vermillion print on his cheek. And then she started get teary. She was sorry, but didn't know how to say it, and she felt particularly ashamed for getting so riled up over Sultang. "S-sorry!" she sniffed a bit. It wasn't an act playing for sympathy, the girl was being sincere. And so she began her sob story. "Sultang, her name," Ah-Ra's gaze drifted down towards the mammal struggling to breathe in the life-threatening grasp of her arms. "She's been my companion for a really long time. There was a pause. And, I was just really worried! 'Cause you know, I'd die without her! Now a whimper. "And she's not a rat you know! She's a pygmy hog! Sultang snorted. "So, I apologize!"

She was used to apologizing, but they were always thoughtless apologies. This time she meant it. Not knowing exactly what to do next, Ah-Ra pretended to be doing some long and hard thinking, concentrating on the lace pattern of her flats.

Ah-Ra had a boxed set of strict morals, topped off with a pink satin ribbon. One of these were to promote a jocund atmosphere. To make a fellow Lunarian take on such a downcast expression, was completely her fault; she'd have to take responsibility. To Bataar, it must have been some-what frightening. The female who had just physically assaulted him the previous minute, was taking on the role of Little Miss Sunshine, grinning with such force, that their booth seemed to radiate. (Not really, but this was what she was going after.)

She rose one tanned, manicured finger to motion at the rouge-colored Lunarian waitress, but immediately smacked down her entire right palm due to sheer dumbfoundedness. "Are you really that dense?!" Ah-Ra roared across the table, in sync with Sultang, although the pygmy hog merely snorted with a furious tone. She coughed though, immediately regaining composure, and putting on the facade once again. "What I meant to say was, of course she is! Can't you tell?" And although Sultang refused to be put up on exhibition, she grabbed the hog by its' two front hooves, so the entire belly-side would be revealed towards Bataar. And if you see here, she's wearing a flower-pin! Since when do boy-hogs wear pins?" To Ah-Ra at least, it was a genuine inquiry, so she instinctively cocked her head some fifteen degrees left. "A RAT?!?!?!" Ah-Ra hollered. By this time, the three dozen customers in the bar were used to the female's antics, and did not devote a mere second to staring. She was huffing and puffing, Sultang imitating her owner's actions. To the hog, this misconception only proved how truly rare and significant species she was. A deep breath, and once again, she was turned into Dr.Jekyll. She was simply offended, but Ah-Ra wasn't going to let her temper best her once more.

"Here, you want to pet her? Sultang visibly cringed, squealing in disgust as Ah-Ra leaned over the table to place the hog on Bataar's lap. "NOW! she exclaimed, "Let's dine! She launched a menu pamphlet towards his face, officially motioning for the waitress to come over.