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milliways_bar2005-03-20 11:51 pm
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Teirnan had to be in the worst mood of his life. And all those within Teir's new clan of a'saii knew it, choosing to leave him to his broodings, letting him remain in his pavilion until his spirits lifted enough to make civil conversation possible.
Of course, they all knew what he'd been doing earlier that day - he'd said as much to several people before he'd departed three days prior.
His task was to find Niall's daughter Keely and attempt to convince her to listen to him and hear what he had to say about the prophecy. About her tahlmorra.
It did not go well. At all.
Instead of dismounting off her horse and listening to what he had to say, she'd insulted him terribly. Selfish and power-hungry he could deal with.
But going to the Seker's gate and "trading his manhood in exchange for Strahan's pleasure"?
That was going too far, even for Keely, who everyone knew had almost no tact at all when speaking to other people.
Teirnan was furious, and he nearly destroyed part of the door-flap to his pavilion when he entered it.
"Gods the nerve of that woman... That bitch-"
His words were cut off as he and his lir - the wild boar named Vaii who'd just entered the tent moments after Teir did - took note of the interior of Teir's home.
The interior was vast - too vast - and there was a large number of people sitting at tables in what happened to be a tavern of some kind.
He smirked. Apparently the gods had known what he needed and had seen fit to grant him his wishes.
"Good. I could use a drink. Come lir; let us see what sort of wine they serve here."
Of course, they all knew what he'd been doing earlier that day - he'd said as much to several people before he'd departed three days prior.
His task was to find Niall's daughter Keely and attempt to convince her to listen to him and hear what he had to say about the prophecy. About her tahlmorra.
It did not go well. At all.
Instead of dismounting off her horse and listening to what he had to say, she'd insulted him terribly. Selfish and power-hungry he could deal with.
But going to the Seker's gate and "trading his manhood in exchange for Strahan's pleasure"?
That was going too far, even for Keely, who everyone knew had almost no tact at all when speaking to other people.
Teirnan was furious, and he nearly destroyed part of the door-flap to his pavilion when he entered it.
"Gods the nerve of that woman... That bitch-"
His words were cut off as he and his lir - the wild boar named Vaii who'd just entered the tent moments after Teir did - took note of the interior of Teir's home.
The interior was vast - too vast - and there was a large number of people sitting at tables in what happened to be a tavern of some kind.
He smirked. Apparently the gods had known what he needed and had seen fit to grant him his wishes.
"Good. I could use a drink. Come lir; let us see what sort of wine they serve here."
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"Oh, yes, several," he finally says, vaguely. "I don't know all of them, of course, but there are wolf and hawk and mountain cat and raven lir - not a boar, though. Which is why I recognised you from their tales."
Or rather, from what Rhiannon told, but Asar-Suti isn't sure if it would be a good idea to tell Tiernan so, and mention her name.
Carefully, and just to be polite, Asar-Suti holds out his hand to Vaii to smell if he wants to.
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Right now Teirnan and Rhiannon are on the "outs" with each other in their "on again, off again" relationship. If Teir heard her name he might end up having a stroke from the rage he'd been feeling lately.
"Ah yes. A Cheysuli can always be identified by their lir; it is what makes us who we are as a race, and thus vastly superior to all other races. Even the Ihlini," he says, knowing that as Rhiannon is Ihlini despite her Cheysuli father, there is no way she could ever know what it means to experience the freedom of lir-shape.
Vaii on the other hand, sniffs the proffered hand, checking to see if there's any food in it. Vaii is a pig after all, and despite his exalted status as a "blessed" animal, is still ruled by his stomach and nose.
No food, he says with a snort and backs away, disappointed. But strong smells that might have come from food.
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"And, by the way, violence in the bar is forbidden, as is business, and, erm, sex. For violence you go outside, and for sex, there are rooms upstirs. Not just for that - for anything that you like to do in private rooms, like sleep."
Asar-Suti can't imagine that anybody would want sex with sullen Tiernan, especially as he has that smelly lir.
Vaii as such is of course rather innocent; he is just an animal, even if he is a 'blessed' one. So Asar-Suti goes to the bar and asks for what boars eat, and gets a bucket full of acorns and potatoes. He offers that to Vaii. On second thought, that snout which reminds you a bit of an electric socket on Earth is somehow endearing, almost...
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"It doesn't matter," he shrugs again. "Where I come from there aren't many people who call me 'friend'. Even those from my own clan-" he says "clan" with some measure of pride "-aren't always in an amicable mood with me.
I'm used to it. It's the price of being something of a radical outcast."
But it's Vaii's sudden sense of eagerness that keeps Teirnan from addressing bar policy.
"Lir?"
Food. I smell food, he says, knocking over the bucket in his eagerness to get at the contents, and proceeds to chase the nuts and tubers across the floor.
Vaii's blessed, but his manners are atrocious.