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[wolflord_andain]

The front door opens, and a man, lacking in stature but frighteningly elegant for all that, steps in, heavy cloak covered over in thick flakes of snow.

He shakes the melting drops from his hair, then unfastens his cloak and lays it over the back of a chair.

Then, of course, he takes his own seat, waving over a waitrat and requesting a meal.

Steak. Rare, of course. Raw would be better, but people do tend to stare--and this is hardly the right shape for it.

And the hunt, after all, is so much better than the feasting afterward.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy generally makes it a policy to check up on people she has met when they first arrived at the bar.

So there's a smile and wave from the young woman by the fire.

She'd get up and come over, but Susan is asleep in the cradle at her feet, and she's neither going to leave her or wake her.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan catches sight of the wave, and smiles.

"Amy. Would you strenuously object if I were to offer to join you?"

He sees the cradle.

And makes note of it.

[kitchen_maid]

"Not at all, so long as you don't wake Susan," she says, with an answering smile. "How are you this evening, Galadan? And how are you finding the bar?"

[wolflord_andain]

"Susan?"

He settles in a nearby seat, peering down at the baby.

"She is lovely, as all children seem to be."

At least to the eyes of their parents, and Galadan is hardly one to quibble over such things as that.

"I'm finding the bar very interesting, indeed, and have, I believe, fared quite well here."

[kitchen_maid]

Susan is fairy tale princess. She's lovely by most standards.

"Thank you," says Amy. "And I'm glad to hear it. I know this place can be slightly disorienting, or even more than slightly disorienting, when people first arrive. Have you met anyone interesting?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Frighteningly elegant seems not to frighten Puck too terribly much.

And steak, after all, is steak.

So after a moment, there's a rather disheveled fairy regarding Galadan curiously.

[wolflord_andain]

Winter-grey eyes regard him coolly in return.

"Do you seek entertainment, little wood-spirit, I advise you to look elsewhere."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck affects a pout.

"Oh, goodness, sir. I should hardly seek so tawdry a thing as entertainment of someone I've not even met."

[wolflord_andain]

"Then what do you seek?"

He sounds half-bored, or perhaps more than half.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom nods at the stranger. He finds he enjoys meeting new people, especially when not facing crises at home. Besides, it's always good to know many people at Milliways. You never know who they might turn out to be.

"Evening. Might I interrupt your dinner?"

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan appreciates politeness, when it's offered.

"I do not often mind company; you might join me if you like."

[young_tmriddle]

"I thank you, sir," he says, sitting across from the gentleman. He's clearly an aristocrat of some kind; it shows in his bearing.

"I'm Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch. Are you newly come to Milliways?"

[wolflord_andain]

"New enough, I suppose. I am Galadan."

His mouth curls in a small smile.

"And what, if I might be so bold, is this House of Arch? It is not a family I am familiar with--if family it is."

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

There is now a Riku approaching him, immediately after this (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/15365175.html?thread=628688183#t628688183).

"You," he says, his voice flat and somewhat annoyed. "Are you the one disturbing the bar with all those noises?!"

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan looks up, winter-grey eyes colder than snow.

"And what, little boy, would you be planning to do if I were?"

Disrespect is not something the Lord of the andain has much tolerance for.

Not when it is so immediate as this.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku considers this.

He also considers how likely it would be that the noises could align with Puck's mouth so many times.

He also considers the look in this man's eyes.

...

Oh, wretched trickery.

"I don't know," he says, and gestures back at Puck. "All I know is he was complainin' real bad, and sent me over here."

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan's gaze slides to Puck, and grows noticeably sharper.

His smile also has more teeth.

"Oh, did he now? I almost wonder why."

Silly little wood-spirit, to so set yourself against Galadan, Lord of the andain and Lieutenant to Rakoth Maugrim.

He turns back to Riku, then.

"In the spirit of leaving behind misunderstandings--for I am hardly so foolish as to make ridiculous noises to no purpose--might you care to sit a spell?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

A few booths down, Duo is holed up, glowering at a candle. Magic, like languages, are skills that you forget a lot of if you don't practice.

Flames were easiest for him, so that's what he's working on now. It's still possible for him to summon up a handful of that green fire, but that would obliterate a candle, not light it.

Fine control is always harder.

Anyway. He's certainly not paying as much attention to his surroundings as usual.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan's winter-grey gaze turns, slowly enough, to look for the source of power he can feel flickering in the corner of his mind.

He eventually catches sight of Duo and smiles faintly.

Now this--this is interesting.

"Should not a match prove quicker, if you are in need of light?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Setting it on fire isn't the problem," Duo says, not looking away just yet.

"The problem is-" Something seems to slide into place for him, and there is suddenly a slim green flame flickering on the wick.

"There is no problem." He grins.

[wolflord_andain]

"There would seem not to be."

He moves over, almost casually, and pinches out the flame.

"But I am curious, I admit, as to whether or not your previous feat can be reproduced?"

[river_meimei]

There's a girl drifting by his chair, mug in one hand and skirt-folds in the other. She's young -- somewhere in her late teens, probably -- with a round sober face and an unruly mass of tangling dark hair, and she moves like a dancer, unconsciously and habitually graceful.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan looks up, winter-grey gaze watching the graceful movements, half-distracted (to all appearances, at least) by his own thoughts.

"As so many have asked me so far this evening, perhaps it is not unwise to inquire if you, too, are but recently come here."

[river_meimei]

"Like diction," she says absently to the air.

Beat. She glances at him, faintly nonplussed.

"I came."

"Through the door."

[wolflord_andain]

"And are there, then, other modes of entrance?"

He certainly hasn't heard of them, if so.

And he has already made careful note of her initial words, nonsensical though they may have been, and said to no one at all.