<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>29 Tessera 81379</td></tr></table> Nafel fiddled with her lute. She tuned the first string a little too sharp, then winced, and tuned it a little too flat. Sharp, then flat. Sharp. Flat. Finally she quit stalling and tuned the string in question to the right pitch. She was almost a single being with that lute, she knew that she was just tuning and re-tuning so that she wouldn't have to really think about where she was. Of course, Nafel knew that Nurano had grown up here, mostly in the bar run by the wide-ranging branches of his family -- primarily his aunt and uncle, Jyta's parents, who were bustling about on the ground and who had Nurano working in the back. Jyta was also in town with them, but was probably in a different bar, seducing a different set of 'dragons than the ones that came here. Most of the dragons here weren't nervous tourists or thrill seekers. They were people who had grown up here, been born here, and lived here. They had Bhim in their very bones. They had been born with a questionable sense of legality, and had only honed it in the years since then. And so it was that Nafel was quite nervous about playing here. She did not like this place. She was small, and frail, and female -- and all of this made her nervous in a bar filled with mildly inebriated smugglers, most of which looked like they could use her as a toothpick. She knew that if she had seen someone, anyone with an instrument (other than the rather crude ones she saw being manhandled on the floor at the moment), she would have been happier. It would have been someone to talk to, at least. Nafel knew that she was being unfair, but she could never shake the feeling that Nurano's family didn't exactly like her. And she, being devoid of mother or of any female company (for the most part) other than Jyta, didn't really know what to do about it. So, she just ignored it as best she could and hoped that it was going to get marginally better once she and Nurano got married. And they were going to, she was almost entirely certain. They'd been discussing it for quite some time, now, but he hadn't popped the question. Yet. Nafel distracted herself from that by continuing to absentmindedly strum the strings of her instrument, hoping that no one bothered her until Nurano was back.
A mostly black Lukuo female walked threw the dark walk ways of the black market, her bare paws made a funny smacking noise against the coblestones as she walked and her barbed tail waved behind her like a banner. Her long snow white hair framed her face and made her look angelic, and slung across her back was an acoustic twelve string guitar. She was wearing a black fitted t-shirt that had an image of a bloody pendragon skull on the front, white washed jeans that were ripped off at the knees, and a spiked collar around her neck. Jureap threw the door to the bar open with a swift movement of her paw and her claws left dents in the floor as she walked foreward. She moved to the back of the bar stepping over a few who had passed out and avoding eye contact. Jay pulled up a stool next to a large window that looked out over the port, and moonlight shoon through drenching her in color. She waited for the waiter and orderd a glass of grape juice, after which she pulled out her guitar and a notebook hopeing to write the new song that she had heard playing in her head.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Really sorry for not posting for so long. -_-</td></tr></table> Nafel fiddled with her lute some more, but quit once she realized that no one was listening, and therefore there was really very little point in continuing on. They were a loud crowd in the bar. Nafel began to survey the room again. She didn't see Nurano -- she figured one of the members of his extensive family had grabbed him so that he would do some sort of work for them. They tended to do that a lot. She returned to people watching and saw a foul-tempered looking dragon enter the room, with what looked to be a bloody bit of anatomy on her shirt. Thrilling. Nafel would have ignored her and continued on looking at the crowd, but she pulled out a guitar, and Nafel saw that what she had ordered wasn't even alcoholic. Not the usual sort of client in the bar, then. She could just hear the song that the dragon was playing, and smiled. It was a nice melody line. She listened for a few seconds more, and then jumped in with a harmony line of her own. She had pitched it just high enough that the other could hear it if she was listening. Nafel wondered if she'd notice. This was more fun than she'd had all night.
