A New Story's Beginning: An evening at Aegir's Tavern
(and, fashionably late...)
Dysis did her usual -- watching from the fringes, taking stock of who was about, before deciding whom to approach. Or, if to do so at all.
As for Hyperborea, the cold didn't bother her, overmuch. The Elements she practiced were not the warm sort; she was accustomed to the chill, metaphysically speaking. Her years lived as a slave had toughened her in regards to physical discomfort, as well.
An intellectual, a child of civilization,it might have been assumed she held Hyperboreans and such barbarians in contempt. But, it wasn't the case. In truth, she admired that they were often courageous, canny, and wise, in their own earthy sort of way.
Being what she was, it wasn't uncommon that men found her intimidating. And, she had no interest or real regard for those who did. Sometimes, among this sort of people, she found some interesting diversion. Like that trapper she had spent several days with in Argos. He had been a man.
But, her focus was on other things, presently. About her waist was a belt consecrated to Apollo, that she'd acquired during their adventures. Like most magic workers, such items were of keen interest to her. So too this bow of Herakles -- though it wasn't something she could wield, personally. But, better that it fall into the keeping of their company, probably in Itylus' hands, than the sort of people who frequently became their enemies.
She kept one ear open to Lysandros' conversation with the seeming priestess, while she gazed about the crowd. She did something unusual, for her, and wore her symbol of Persephone openly, declaring her devotion for the Underworld goddess. On the off chance it might bring someone to her...
Meanwhile, she looked for anyone different, compelling, suspicious, or otherwise interesting to her...
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