Tales of the Viveria – Ale and women

Winds howled on, screeching and wailing out our windows as the grog house sat still. I sat at one of the many empty tables, reading about the lore of dragons and their history, soon my lazy eyes raised their gaze to see Ferelda; scaly fingers tapping at the counters top.

  It’s sick to think me and her were only hired for our busts and not our talent, though I suppose in a bar we’re mere plaything to look at. “Ferdinand really needs to hone his damn senses, it was clear that we are getting absolutely no one tonight” I heard Ferelda speak in a growl.

  “you give him too much credit, it’s like as if he had any good senses at all. Remember when he thought putting the honey mead outside was a good idea?” I saw a glowing smile spread quick on her white lips “-then we got swarmed by wasps for a week? Ah, it was precious seeing his dumbfounded look.”

  I clasped my book closed, walking forward and taking a seat at the bar as my friend couldn’t help but laugh at the memory or our employer with the face of a ripe tomato. Soon she used her claw to wipe away a tear, relieving a sigh as I sat in boredom atop the bar stool.

  I stirred in boredom, trying to think of other things to talk about, my mind coming up empty like this very bar. “Its the season of fall, isn’t it?” I perked up “uhhh, yes it is indeed fall. Why do you ask?” when I watched her reaction, her mind seemed so calm and off in a better place.

  “Fall really reminds me of my old tribe when I was about your age I suppose, back before I was brought in and taught by the new world.” My curiosity started to drive me mad, so I acted on it. I looked at her absolutely interested “What was it like when you were in a tribe?”

Ferelda looked around for a moment, giving me a warm smile “let’s lock up the house, even though I doubt there is anyone out there, I’d rather not have to be interrupted” and we did so, locking up the windows and doors. After we finished up, me and her went to the back, sitting upon the floor as I eagerly waited for her to start.

  “Its the clearest memories I have out of any others, running amongst the forrest hunting with brothers and sisters for these great feasts we would always hold as the winds grew colder.