The morning the sacrifice at Upsala, Sonya had a lot to thing about. She was right in the priest's reaction to Athelstan as a sacrifice, and his replacement, but watching the ceremony-seeing those men willingly give their lives for their gods. She and Athelstan remained in the back, her hand holding onto his while each man was killed on the alter. She didn't know Lief beyond a name and face, but to look at his face-more then just a life was being lost.
Sonya went down into bar with another thought in mind. Besides the ceremony, her time in Upsala made something even more stronger. She didn't know when or if this Charles' Xavier was bound or merely a patron-best to get this done sooner then later. First a note, then an early start on the stables to keep her mind busy.
She didn't really keep a mind on the day or holiday. Only when she stepped down did Sonya realize that bar had other ideas, her work clothes being replaced by a
gown she may've only worn had she been ten years younger. The lack of straps meant that the scars on her back and shoulders were full on view for everyone, and while the color suited her, she couldn't believe to wear anything this glittery-she didn't even have a shawl with her.
"What the hell, bar!" She didn't care who was listening. Of course, being bar, the only response was a matching
mask and a note reading
'Happy Mardi Gras'. :)
Ugh..that did explain it, though now Sonya realized that it could be worse. Though it definitely meant she wasn't doing any stable work for the rest of the day.
"Fine.." She took a seat by the fire, frowning when she saw the silver dance shoes she was given-she hadn't danced in ages. "But I'm getting my normal clothes back this evening. Could I have some paper and pen, please."
She went about writing;
"Charles Xavier,
I'm an officer in the US army, at the moment Bound in Bar. Your name was given to me by Guppy Sandu because you deal with..mental trauma. Would it be possible to talk with you any time soon?
Thank you,
Sonya Blade'
"Bar..could you send this to a Mr. Xavier next time he shows up?" The note vanished and was replaced by a platter of beinets and cafe au late with a napkin reading '
You need to eat more." Sonya couldn't bring herself to argue.
She would, however, be more the willing to share.
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