Re: (IC) 1: The Rescue
The Better Times Inn was more lively than it had been in ages. The smells and aromas coming from the plethora of dishes prepared and served by the staff, including Althaea whom was helping out, was tantalizing. From the roasted owlbear to the spiced potatoes, or buttered rustic corn and cooked vegetables, to divine rhubarb pies that were already making their way out of the oven. Decorations hung on the walls and brightly colored flowers beautifying each of the tables and along the fireplace mantle, where a toasty fire crackled in the hearth.
It seems like the Better Times Inn was saving their best for a occasion just like this. The staff decided to dress up for the occasion as well; Rory wearing a bright green shirt and black pants, and Corsica wearing a red dress to match her fiery hair, with a black laced corset in the front.
The inn was full of laughter and music, warm-hearted smiles and worry-free inhibitions. Those not dancing to the music were thumping their feet to the beat of the rhythm, which could be heard coming from the recessed corridors of the inn, as well as outside in the main cavern hall.
With the party now in full swing, Sebastian and Aleena make a grand entrance with an obvious attempt at arriving fashionably late, the music softening a bit at their arrival. They smile and wave a bit, Aleena looking ravishing in a deep red colored dress that was snug in all the right places. She wore a necklace with a sparkling silver chain holding a ruby that matched the color of her dress, yet still, the real jewel of the party and where most of the heads still focused, was the emerald clad Althaea. When Aleena was waving and looking around the room, seeing where most of the eyes were focused, you could almost hear the audible drop of her jaw when she finally laid eyes on Althaea.
It was hard for Althaea to not stand out though, wearing a stunning bright green dress adorned with a lighter emerald green satin sash, cinched tight to accentuate her lithe figure. She sparkled without the jewelry and additional embellishments that Aleena wore. There almost seemed to be a lapse in time, at the awkwardness that Aleena clearly felt and her anger was hard to hide as Sebastian did his best to console her; her responding with some less than playful slaps to leave her be, the red in her face almost matching the color of her dress.
It would be known the next morning that more than half of the patrons had a pinch in their necks from all the twisting and craning of their necks following Althaea as she went about helping Corsica with her duties.
After the music picked up again, Corsica took a look about the room, seeming satisfied, smiled, and after a brief exchange with Althaea, tossed her apron behind the counter with Rory, and heading out into the main hall in search of something or someone.
As Althaea was going about the chores, cleaning up the plates at the end of the bar that was never ending, as well as the ones left at the table when the patrons decided to get up and dance or find other amusement, she came across one stranger wearing a wide brimmed hat focused mostly on drink, which was surprising given the levity of tavern. Can I get you anything stranger?
It was at that moment that the stranger looked up with a huge smile on his face. Alaric stared back at Althaea, taking her in, You look absolutely gorgeous Althaea. All eyes are on you tonight, especially mine. How come you don't dress this way for me when I'm around? With a chuckle, he quickly got up, his face turned serious, and embraced her, in both body and a deep kiss.
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Andraste, in the midst of her dancing saw Corsica head out into the main hall, trying to weave and bob past her and the other dancers, while looking around in earnest. Once the dance ends, and Andraste pulls out her violin, Sand and Erik joining her, Andraste notices Alicia, sitting by herself looking out into the night, a tear running down her cheek. Alicia seems to be missing some of the eccentric accessories she is used to wearing, like her hat and glasses. There's a subtle beauty there that is easier to see without all the accouterments covering her soft and now pained face.
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Sand, focusing on the violin was a little surprised to see Scamp flying in, nearly crashing into the wall, before redirecting himself and landing on the Warforged's shoulder.
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Keeping herself mostly hidden was a specialty of Thorns, and she was a little surprised when Darcassan, one of the hunters, sidled up next to her in one of the back caverns. She hadn't even heard him. Hello there. Not interested in the party I see. Neither am I. I don't know if we've been formally introduced, but I am Darcassan. I wanted to thank you personally for helping to save my friends. From what I've heard, you're a formidable warrior.
When not getting much of a response, Darcassan pressed further. We're a lot like one another. I'm more withdrawn most of the time as well, but in my time after the cataclysm, I've found that having someone, anyone to talk to, is a worthwhile endeavor. We all struggle with our internal demons and from what I could see on our trip back from the church, you have more than your share. You've helped me greatly by saving my friends. Let me return the favor by being there for you.
Darcassan kept his eyes on Thorn even though in the darkness where she was mostly hidden, he couldn't fully see her eyes, more of just an outline of her face. After a good half minute, his eyes moved to stare ahead, but it was clear he was not going anywhere.