RP:Stormy Affairs

Summary: Tristina is having dinner at the Frostmaw Tavern while Lanara is peering into the hearth and listening to the words of the flickering flames. A few moments pass by, and the witch discovers that a storm is nearing and she gives a fair warning to her new acquaintance, Tristina. The dragon is grateful, and tells Lana to be on the lookout for her lost lover, her light, who she can't quite remember due to memory loss.

Lanara opens the door to the familiar locale and lets in a spray of freshly fallen snow, as well as a gust of wind, which nearly sends the door flying off of its hinges. The petite elf struggles with the heavy wooden door, and eventually closes it with a loud bang, before undoing her scarf and parka and hanging them on the offered peg. A few men glance her way, either to scope out the pretty brunette, or to give her an annoyed glare for unleashing the chill into the room. Dusk had just arrived, though it always looked dark and dismal in this icy tundra, and it takes her a minute to adjust to the sudden burst of light. Drargon, the innkeep gives her a wave and slides a warmed glass of ale her way, which she graciously accepts, as she gives him a faint smile and slips him some gold. The elf chooses a chair near the hearth and her chocolate gaze settles on the flickering flames, as though her thoughts were far away.

Tristina steps out of a corner where she was talking with one of the waitress and settles at a table near the hearth only to have Drargon send over stew. "Again? But I just ate..." She trails off trying to remember when she had eaten. Drargon shakes his head. "Yesterday little one you ate yesterday. "

Lanara sighs as she narrows her gaze on the flames, feeling the pressure amounting where ones third eye is, betwixt her brows. What was the fire willing her to see?! She inches forward in her chair, takes a long pull from her glass, and as she swallows the ale, the image becomes crystal clear. A storm was brewing, one unlike Frostmaw has never seen, and she stands up so forcefully that she spills the beverage onto her corset. Biting back a curse, she dabs at her cleavage with a cloth napkin, her cheeks flooding with color as one of the drunken men dares to issue a catcall. Lifting her gaze to glare at the ill-mannered brute, she locks eyes with Tristina, and her tapered ears pick up on the words of Drargon as he sets a bowl of stew before the stranger. “You best eat up now, is right… There’s a wicked storm on the horizon. It may be days before you’re able to go out again, so fatten up while the going is good.” Her voice has a slight lilting accent, and her full lips curve into a gentle smile, to soften the blow of her warning.

Tristina looks at her with calm eyes and offers her a napkin "Thank you for the warning it may be time to move my search down mountain for a time."

Lanara accepts the napkin and dabs at her shirt, though the ale had already soaked through and it was obvious that stain was staying put. Quirking a brow at the woman’s statement, she cocks her head to the side, and replies, “Your search? What is it that you seek, Miss?”

Tristina goes dreamy eyed "My light, my heart, my strong right hand and the other half of my soul." Drargon shakes her shoulder firmly. "None of that little one stay here and now and eat."

Lanara winces at Tristina’s words, her own eyes growing cloudy with unshed tears, as she too had her heart broken in two, a mere week ago, as her beloved was murdered in the streets of Gualon. “Is he missing? I… I lead a guild of adventurer’s, perhaps we could be of assistance…” Shooting Drargon a ‘look’ to back off while they talk, Lana extends a dainty hand, “I’m Lanara.”

Tristina takes her hand in rather delicate talons and shakes gently "Don't mind Drargon he is right I have much of my memory blocked he understands what happens when I push to hard he is a sweetheart to look out for me. I am not sure that anyone can help I can describe him but everyone I do that for," shakes her head. "What I remember is not very helpful for others."

Lanara lowers herself into a chair across from Tristina after their brief handshake, and she props her elbows on the table, resting her chin onto her joined hands. “Hm… Well, I’ve lived in the lands for close to five years now. Perhaps, I know this man?” Drargon brings over a bowl of stew for Lana, so that the two women can dine together, and the elf eats a spoonful, while tilting her head to the side. “Your memory is blocked?”

Tristina nods eating slowly "Yes I cannot remember my life before coming to this land. Well I can but then I forget again." Shrugs not overly bothered by it. "I don't really care about that other than finding my light."

Lanara wonders if Tristina’s ‘light’ is the same as her lover, but she doesn’t pry. It wasn’t her business. “You haven’t told me your name… And… Sometimes we forget the past because it’s too painful to remember.”

Tristina stirs her stew and shoves a drooping wing back in place, "I am Tristina." Looks at her. "I can't remember his name. He has the most beautiful aura you will ever see all blue, teal, ocean and swirling gold."

Lanara takes another bite of her stew, smiling at the mention of her name. “Tristina is a lovely name…” She also gives the woman a lingering once over, and she sighs, as the only other dragon she knew that was a male was Scandal. She didn’t know about his ‘aura’ but he was a black and red dragon. “There’s one dragon… His name is Scandal; he’s a good friend of mine. Like a brother. He arrived here about a year ago. Perhaps it’s him? He’s a black and red dragon. I’m not sure about his aura.”

Tristina shakes her head "My light is not a dragon. He has tall pointed ears taller than a lycan." Finishes her stew absent-mindedly. "Scandal is a nice person."

Lanara isn’t sure what to make of this, and she wonders if perhaps she’s speaking of a high elf, or maybe a God of some sort? She finishes up her stew and dabs daintily at her mouth, before speaking again. “I’ll keep a lookout for a man with that, erm, description. I truly hope you find your light.” A pause. “And yes, Scandal is very nice. There aren’t many dragons in the realm.”

Tristina pushes her bowl away "I have noticed a few but the others all seem to either compress there size or take another form."

Lanara rises to her feet, sensing that the storm was growing near, and she’d have to flee from Frostmaw if she hoped to make it back to Sage before midnight. “I must be on my way… It was nice meeting you and I”ll keep an eye out for your light… Take care, Tristina.” Leaving some gold on the table, she pays for their dinner, before leaving the establishment.