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[nita_callahan]

Nita at the bar!

To her surprise, the door was unlocked. Still is.

She'll be leaving tomorrow -- come talk to her before she does.

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[agirllost]

Kim's sitting at the Bar. She isn't sure what to do and thinking isn't helping. Even physical labor didn't take her mind off it.

She takes a sip of her drink and wonders what else could happen.

[nita_callahan]

Nita notices her and moves down a few stools to sit next to her.

"Hey. You okay?"

[agirllost]

And Jasin being here must be killing Nita.

She turns to look at Nita, "Just found out some things," she says, trying to sound as casual as possible.

[nita_callahan]

She raises her eyebrows, concerned. "Like what?"

[agirllost]

"I ran into a little boy yesterday, he reminded me of someone."

[nita_callahan]

"Oh. Joar. You met him too?"

[agirllost]

"He is...isn't he?"

[nita_callahan]

"Yeah."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz sees her. And having talked to the pint-sized Forsaken-to-be, walks over to her.

"Hi," he says, deciding to pause before asking if she'd seen the familiar nine-year-old.

[nita_callahan]

She gives him a smile. "Hey. What's up?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

He hesitates. "Have you seen this younger kid with dark hair... who acts exactly like..."

[nita_callahan]

"Jasin Natael? Yeah. You met him?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

"Yeah..." Pause. "It was kind of... weird."

That might be putting it nicely.

[nita_callahan]

She lets out a breath of laughter. "Yeah, no kidding."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

After a moment. "He seemed kind of ... the same, though, except..." 'smaller and with fewer evil tendencies' goes unsaid.

[nita_callahan]

"Except with a voice an octave higher than usual and less. . . weird?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A note scribbled on a napkin in a child's handwriting appears:

Dear Nita,

I do apologize for upsetting you yesterday evening. I confess to not understanding the situation, but that does not give me cause to upset you. Mother says we should not upset people that we like. You have the thoughts of someone who is nice. Thank you for spending time with me.

Again, my apologies.

Forever yours,
Joar Addam

P.S. Sorry for the napkin but what I use goes on Mother's tab, and I would not wish to tax her resources.

A line or so of nearly illegible music is also scribbled on the napkin. It may or may not have been meant as a peace offering.

[nita_callahan]

She reads it through a couple of times before carefully folding it up and putting it in her claudication pocket.

If she hadn't been sure about leaving before, she is now. His being here hurts too much, and her hurting obviously hurts him, in turn.

[gramarye1971]

The Red king has been firmly put in check, with mate in four more moves. And Merriman glances up from the board, and catches sight of Nita.

So he heads for the bar, port glass in hand. 'Dai'stiho, Miss Callahan.'

[nita_callahan]

She gives him a smile. "Dai, Professor. How're you?"

[gramarye1971]

'Well enough,' he says, setting his glass down. 'A quiet drink here, before I retire for the evening. And yourself?'

[nita_callahan]

Her smiles widens. "I'm Unbound."

[gramarye1971]

Which prompts a smile from him. 'That is good news indeed. Have you already returned, or do you intend to leave soon?'

[nita_callahan]

"Tomorrow. I need to take care of a couple of things before I leave."

[gramarye1971]

'I wish you well, then,' he replies. He looks a little more grave now, but his expression is still kind. And he slips into the Old Speech, giving his words a slightly more formal tone. 'A safe journey, and good fortune in your work -- in the Light's name.'