RP:Getting to Know Ro

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Sabrina pushes open the door, letting in a flurry of frigid cold. A dark creature follows closely behind her, twin tails swinging in his wake. He is careful not to scratch the doors with heavy scaled shoulders as he clears the threshold smoothly. The door would be latched onto by both tails and gently sealed shut as he passes. Sabrina finds a corner with enough space for the beast known as Rohk to find his spot on the floor. ‘His spot’ was given to him days ago when some of the very soldiers here had pulled him from the cliff and adopted him as one of their own while he regained his heat. Since his departure they had taken back to the fire pit as it was already their primary source of heat. By finding her table Sabrina removes the fur lined duster and hangs it over the back of a chair before sitting in it. The soft cushion would line her seat to stifle the coldness from bare skin. She had been in this climate long enough to know to bring a warm coat, but not long enough to constitute the purchase of an entirely new wardrobe- evidence of the bare legs protruding from short shorts and the midriff that would soon disappear behind the lip of a very large table. She kept her gloves on, a peculiar trait she had taken habit to in the event somebody requested she shake their hand. She orders a whole boar be tossed into the pit, and when it is done a saturating heat would befall the room- like adding steam to the sauna. It may have been stifling to some. She kindly pays the Frost Giant-made waiter and offers a sweet salute to the monk who looked chilled to the bone.

Shail, not registering the individual right away, offers a smile and wave as Sabrina and Rohk make their entrance, but he soon recalls where he had seen the pair before while the smile fades rapidly. "Wonderful company this evening it seems." he says to his 'assistant' which remains perched on his shoulder and caws as if in response. As the heat from the cooking boar begins to fill the room his hands lower back to his sides and he sighs with the welcomed relief from the warmth.

Sabrina had no recollection about the fellow, Rohk wouldn’t have cared if he did. The hound curls up, nose buried in both tails and attempts to pretend to sleep. Sabrina, on the other hand, holds out both arms over the top of the table, palms up; a small plume of twisted smoke makes itself known, shimmering down gold flecks that outline a rather large rectangle. Sabrina’s eyes darken into an emerald abyss that already begins a scan for words not yet formed. The glittered smoke begins to take the form of a large piece of text, quickly sharpening the edges out as the artifact solidifies in her grip. A pot of hot water is brought to her table with a small bowl of crushed herbs and a steel infuser that hung noisily over the edge of a stark white mug. She left the items to sit while she began to read silently.

Shail looks on in curiosity at the apparent summoning that was occurring in the woman's hands. Despite his position of instructor at the Academy of Magic, Shail was relatively inept at the concept and practice of magic. His curiosity nagged at him for a while longer before he eventually viced his inquiry, "So is that an action of the object or an action of yourself?"

Sabrina looked up at him from across the room. She looks down at Rohk who pretends he doesn’t know she is looking at him, but they both know who she is looking at and so, he turns slightly, adjusting his form noisily until he plops down with his rear end facing her. She frowns and looks back to the monk. “Yes.” The book would not come if she hadn’t called it, but she did not have the power to make it do such things in herself. It was not a natural magic and the reflections of that were evident in the emerald gloss that took over her once brilliantly-minty hues. She would continue to stare at him ominously to see if the answer would suffice.

Shail 's face twists a bit as he mulls over the succinct answer and eventually comes to the realization that 'Yes' did not satisfy his question. Slitted eyes dart to the hound as he begins moving and rest on him until he settles down again, displaying his distrust in Rohk's actions. "Is the energy needed for its summoning drawn from you or from it?" he attempts to clarify with a shake of his head.

Sabrina smiles a smile made to look creepy by those eyes. “Oh! Yes, well… the book, clearly.” Was it really that clear? Probably not. “I use nature magic… well not all I guess but-“ She was cut short by a pair of tails lashing the back of her chair. “What?!” She whirls around to address the hound that pretended to snore. He was not fooling anyone. She turns back to Shail as the book fades from her grip. Dammit… She looks up to the male and with no other devices cordially invites him over for tea.

Shail smirks skeptically at the offer, his eyes looking back to the hound again while he comes to a decision. Corvinius, obviously not liking his decision, takes flight from his shoulder to finds a spot in the rafters to perch while the Shail's legs lift from beneath him and carry him toward the table. His tail curls around his waist as he pulls out a seat opposite from where Rohk was positioned and lowers himself into it. "Shail, by the way." he throws out as a makeshift introduction.

Sabrina’s eyes were already making a shift to a sot mint green. She pushes the empty mug toward Shail and makes to ill the infuser with a mix of beautiful leaves from the bowl. She would then drap e the steel ball into the mug and push the hot kettle toward Shail. A new mug is already making its way to the table before the feline can retort. “It is a good name.” Her common is very poor, or her accent terrible thick, but it is heavily ridden in River Elf and laced with a pirate twang. She crosses her legs neatly under the table and offers the gloved hand in greeting. A comforting calm would come over the table, an effect if noticed, would obviously come from the girl who bled such emotions unwillingly.

Shail extends a clawed hand to shake Sabrina's firmly while offering a smile. His ears swivel about a bit on his head as he notices the accent and realizes that he could not even begin to place it. Though well traveled, the feline was used to being reclusive before his time here and could not discern dialects. With a quick glance to the mug before him he asks, "So what is it we are drinking?"

Sabrina leans back in her chair to avoid unwanted contact from the server who placed an impeccably clean mug in front to her. She smiles way up at him and says ‘thank-you’ and waits for him to turn before inspecting the mug thoroughly and wiping off several smudges before filling a second infuser and laying it in a similar manner in her own mug. “Tea… among other things.” She filled his cup with steamy clear water first. “The funny bit being, Frostmaw is the first place I have come where the water is crystal clear.” There was absolutely nothing funny about that fact. It was just a fact. She fills her own mug and waits for it to steep.

Shail's brow raises and lowers quickly at the response before adding with only a small touch of sarcasm, "Other things...I do so enjoy those." He listens to her 'fun fact ' while his tea steeps, "I can't say I have noticed, so long as it is running I do not worry to much." After a few moments he removes the infuser from his mug and takes a small sip, enjoying the warmth that floods through his chest before replacing both the mug and implement to their previous locations. "So you frequent this place often...Miss?" he asks as he comes to the realization he has not gotten any name for the woman in front of him.

Sabrina smiles knowingly at ‘other things’ and follows his lead in a long hot drink. She sought to celebrate this evening, and with her Elven constitution she always needed something extra before the alcohol came. It was nothing harmful, just some herbs to slow the healing process… as well as everything else in the room. Figuratively. “I wouldn’t know.” She takes another drink. “I don’t remember things like some people do, and I have few notes about this place aside from a Commander named Eliason and clean water.” When she put her mug down he would see there on her left are a mottled swirl of pearl and gold lettering written in fine elven script. When she was done recalling the memory it faded from her arm leaving it to look as pale and flawless as the other one.

Shail shakes his head as if to clear unseen cobwebs. His head was swimming a bit and everything felt sluggish; it wasn't much, but just enough for his mind to notice it. "If you can recall what herbs were in this I would be happy to know them," he asks, "They may be useful in a relaxer for my patients." He takes another sip as he notices the marking on Sabrina's arm dissipate with her recollection, "So...what was that just now?"

Sabrina said “ Pixie dust, among other things.” She looks down at her arm and shrugs with the left shoulder only. “A remembering spell.” She takes another sip, using a single digit to point to a golden quill tucked neatly behind her ear. “I write with that.” She wonders if she should write down a short list for him before the server returns with arms crossed in front of him. Sabrina looks up at him and says she is ready now and he retreats to Drargon with a similar nod. “My name for your arm?

Shail arches an eyebrow as she explains, obviously interested in this trick of hers. He extends an arm and lets it rest on the table in front of him, "As long as I get to keep my arm then sure."

Sabrina takes his arm in one gloved hand, sort of pulling him frontwards over the table. She takes the quill from her hair with her right hand and presses the tip to the crease on the inside of his wrist. The tip digs in quite painfully, though the dullness of the tea would have taken the blunt of it away. A cool rush would come up his arm and his name would swirl in a golden pearlescent script just beneath the surface. The mark would linger for some time before it dwindled and dimmed into nothing. She retracted the quill and returned it to its home. She releases his arm and collects a shot that had since been brought to their table. She smiles, waiting for him to remember it so he could watch it flutter back to the surface. When it did, she would offer her name as well as remember his. “Sabrina.”

Shail's expression does not seem to change with the painful etching, his many years of travel left him performing his art on his own body plenty of times so this pain was nothing new. His eyes narrowed as he watched the glowing script on his arm with amazement. As the markings dimmed and diminished he looked up questioningly, "So how does this work now?" As soon as his words left his mouth his mind recounted the happenings, and the mark seemed to light up once again, "Alright...that is interesting."

Sabrina was taken aback the first time she saw it. “The quill was a gift from Master Luthentius to help me with my studies.” She grinned happily at him as she took another drink and gestured he should help her with the remainder.

Shail happily takes one of the shots and tips it back, draining it quickly. He sets the empty glass back down with a sigh, once again enjoying the warmth that spread over him, "That is a welcome feeling in this cold place." He grins back at the elf, "So what city do you call home?"

Sabrina lines her glass neatly to his, as a matter of fact she had been mindlessly lining the whole table with shot after shot, after shot. The line was obsessively neat and she spoke to him while doing it. “Nuduin. Its three-docks east of the Rynvale Port of Iggrisas.” It was more a colony than a city and not marked on any common map. “Most nobody here has been there, ‘cept the scholars.” The shots sat uneven, she downed another and placed on the side of the table with the other emptied vessels. The line up would imply that Shail should start at one end, she, the other, and eventually they would meet somewhere in the middle or passed out on the table. She may need more tea to pass out.

Shail chuckles at the lineup as he lifts another glass to his lips for a drink. As he finishes he continues his questions, "So what is being celebrated?" Not that the feline minded free drinks, but Sabrina did not seem physically capable of this much as far as her appearance was concerned.

Sabrina looked up at him, gorgeous minty eyes already glazing over. “My father is dead.” She was not celebrating so much as she was mourning. She had gotten word four nights past just after Rohk’s disappearance. “It was time.” Her eyes fall back on the drinks and she takes another, this time when the glass comes down she pushes back from the table into her chair. Rohk lifts his form and repositions himself to lay down beside her so he can rest his head in her lap. Her hand falls against his warming scales looking small and pale where it lay. She didn’t need to write that down, that never left her mind. She looks down at Rohk and scolds him for being a sissy, this time he does not hold it against her.

Shail's gaze lowers and he shakes his head sadly, "I am sorry to hear that. Losing a loved one is a rough experience." Shail allows his mind to wander in a moment of silence. Soon though his thoughts linger on his own memories which causes the man to snap out of his silence quickly, "Well the best way to continue on is to celebrate life!" With his makeshift toast he raises another few glasses, now with his own reason to drink. Shail thinks it best to continue not bringing up Rohk as last time ended with his table tumbling to the floor. "So is Rynvale near here?" he questions quickly to keep the conversation going.

Sabrina leans forward brightly taking drink in hand and squishing Rohk’s face in her bosom. He is snapped out of his sweet moment quickly as he blows his nose on the right sleeve of her coat. “Here here!” She drinks the drink and breaks the glass on Rohk’s temple, an attractively bright smile upon her face. Rohk pushes up from his spot and moves far into the corner, twin tails thumping Sabrina as he turned. She ignored the swing as best she could, but man it must have stung; twin red welts began to rise across her chest. She clears her throat. “Cenril is about two days south by foot. I wanna say half a day’s ride by hound.” She toys with another glass, already becoming rosy cheeked. “From Cenril you can catch a boat to Rynvale, from Rynvale you find a pirate to take you to Iggrisas. Three docks east.” She threw up three fingers and counted them before letting her hand fall to the table, on top of the glass she already had in the other hand. He didn’t ask how to get to Nuduin, but once she started on directions it was all downhill from there.

Shail winced a bit as the dog's tails slapped against the elf, that did indeed seem painful. His eyes followed Rhok as he relocated then wandered back to Sabrina as she went over the directions, his head bobbing with each step of the journey. As she finished he nodded a final time, "Another place I need to visit when my work allows. I am mostly bound in Larket these days." His clawed digits wrap around another glass before tipping it back. Though his metabolism burned off alcohol quickly this amount was beginning to hit his small frame hard.

Sabrina’s brows aloft when she hears the mention of Larket. “Ohgood! You have a welcome bed in the House of Ara when you stop by.” The accent and the booze made her completely indecipherable. She rises from the table, leaving her snotty coat where it lay. “You must excuse me, I need to go home.” Rohk rises again, this time agitated at her knack for waiting until he was comfortable. He snuggles his head under her arm and begins leading her to the door. He is sure to swing his tails in the direction of Shail’s next glass as he passes.