Dancing Girl Tavern

[Faralishus]

Moitaivant sat at the bar, his hair haning over his face. He let out a long sigh, then looked up. The bartender looked at him and he ordered an ale. He set a mug in front of him and smiled,
"Drink up lad. Miss Elva is comin' in tonight." he smiled then went to give drink to the others in the tavern.
Moitaivant stared at his ale before drinking it. Miss Elva? He shook his head, then relized the large amount of men in the tavern. Miss Elva must be famous...

[Judas]

Markel slid into the tavern, Akishta and Mythen followed behind, Mythen looking slightly dissaproving. She sat down in the back at a table and the rest followed.

[Faralishus]

Moitaivant ignored the newcomers, many were entering the place now. Several men shouted for the show to begin. He joined in with them.

Setana slipped in behind her friends, but she walked past them to the bar. She lenaed over the counter and smiled at the barmen.
"Hows it going Many?"
"Seta! How you been?" He leaned over the bar and hugged her.
"Oh, alright." she twirled her finger in his beard. "Me and my friends are in town, and there have been some awful rumors going about..." she looked innocent enough.
Many snorted. "We been seen the posters. Tore 'em down. Nern of us believe em." he stoked her cheek. "But what did you do to get into that situation? Didn't Elva teach you better?"

[Judas]

Markel rolled her eyes at Setana, and Akishta sat awkwardly as did Mythen. Markel yawned as the barmaid approached, "Ale." Said Markel simply. Mythen and Akishta ordered the same.

[Faralishus]

Setana sighed.
"Elva still the same?"
"Indeed."
"Hmm, I see by the crowd she'll be here tonight?"
'Mhmm."
She frowned and let him go back to his job. She sat next to Markel but looked at Akishta. Her eyes went to Markel.
"Do you want the girl exposed to this?" Setana knew all to well what would happen.

Moitaivant sat chanting with the other men, and by ordering another ale he caught a glimpse of red hair.
No, it's not her it's not her. She's not the only one who has red hair... calm down. But he couldn't, not until her knew. He got up and casually walked by them as if on his way to the toilet. He walked past the group barely looking at them. Out of site he actually did go to the bathroom, cursing himself for having to look. It was her.

Setana saw the man walk by but took no notice.

[Judas]

Markel shrugged, and Akishta yawned,
"She has probably seen worse, haven't you Akishta?" Questioned Markel.
"Oh, dear, my father took me here often when my mother was sick or away." Replied Akishta.
Mythen stayed silent.

[Faralishus]

Setana grimanced. The girl shouldn't be a virgin, Setana began to wonder if she even was one..

Moitaivant came back to his seat at the bar, but he fidgited now. How was she here? In this hole?

Many broked a mug of ale over the bar to call attention.
"Men, and possible laides." he said, looking in Setana's direction. "Let the show begin!"
A small raised platform in the center of the room acted as a tiny stage. A woman walked up to it from a back door. The men hooted. The woman had lushus brown hair was was in thick curls. She had full cheeks and a shaply bossom. Her legs looked thick and he arms strong. Though their was a delicacy in the way she moved. Her brown eyes twinkled with amusement. Her outfit was concealed by a thick fluffy boa. Its pink fluff fell out as she moved, but it was so thick it didn't make a difference. She pulled a whip from somewhere on her and cracked it.

[Judas]

Markel leaned back and yawned, this should be...interesting. Mythen had his arms crossed now, he looked very uninterested and dissaproving. Akishta sighed, this was the first show she'd seen when she was merely eleven, her father was a sick man, she was silent and looked unsettled ...did they know she wasn't a virgin? They couldn't, she seemed innocent enough.

[Faralishus]

The woman, Miss Elva apparently, cracked the whip again. A leopard came from the back door and went up on stage with her. The men in the audience gaped. Miss Elva danced with the leopard, who did other things in return. Moitaivant was dumbfounded by the pervertedness of the show. But at the same time, red shame crept into his burning cheeks.

Setana watched the stage in a dull manner. Though in truth, she was letting memories wash over her. Keeping her face blank was so difficult. She hoped Elva wouldn't recognize her and ask her to dance too...

[Judas]

Akishta sighed, this bored her. Markel leaned her head on her brother's shoulder.
"Do you want to leave, Mythen?" Asked Markel in a small whisper.
"Please." He replied, rising.
Markel followed Mythen out of the tavern and out onto the cold street.
"What kind of perverted shit does this town carry?" He questioned.
Markel just sat silently on a bench.

[Faralishus]

Setana was too lost in thought to notice the others leaving.

Moitaivant looked away, and noticed her alone. He slowly stood and crept over ot her. An eager man took his close seat at the bar. Moitaivant sat next to her.
"Been a long time hasn't it?" he said darkly.

Setana came back to reality and jumped when she noticed who was sitting next to her. She gaped.
"Moitaivant?"
"Who else?" her growled angirly.
Setana jumped up and walked out of the tavern. Moitaivant followed her angirly. Outisde, Setana didn't even notice her friends standing by the door. Moitaivant spoke again.
"Going to get up and go like last time? Just going to leave me are you?" he asked angily.
She spun to face him.
"I did what was best for my people."
"What about me? We had love, you threw it away!"
"I was fourteen! You should have known better then to think so much of me, want so much." her voice quieted.
Moitaivant was silent, he just stared at her. He looked away, "You could've come back." he shook angirly and looked at her again. "I waited for you!"
"Then I supose you shouldn't have trusted me so much!" tears went down her face.
"I had to trust you, I loved you!" he cried angirly.
She stared at him, tears going down her face. "Moitaivant, it has been three years. Do you really believe, something could exsist still?"
"I have too..."

[Judas]

Markel looked at Mythen, who seemed angry, she gazed at him for a moment, then turned her attention back to Setana and the man whose name was apparently Moitaivant. Markel sighed, she didn't know if it were of anger, annoyance, or something from a long faded memory. She stood and simply walked into an alley beside the bar, Mythen didn't follow, but went in the opposite direction, he knew what was bothering Markel and figured she needed her space. Akishta stood by a tree across the way, just watching Setana and the man, she was silent, and slightly... annoyed.

[Faralishus]

Setana became slowly aware of the others around her, and them leaving. She held back hateful words towards Moitaivant and stared at the ground.
"I found siblings."
"Find your parents' too?" he caught onto her discomfort, and though still angry he held back his own words.
"Yeah."
"They dead?"
"One of them is."
"What aout the other one?"
Setana didn't reply to the question, but asked one of her own. "What did you think you would gain, speaking to me?"
"The knowledge of whether or not yo still felt of rme."
"Did you gain your knowledge?"
"Yes."
Setana turned away from him. Where had they gone? She saw Akishta, but where had Markel and Mythen gotten to?

[Judas]

Markel slid down the alley wall and sat there, then, as if something had reached inside of her and pulled it out, she began to cry.
Mythen sat on a bench around the corner, he was annoyed and sad for his sister at the same time, he had killed the one person she cared for most... and he felt it was his fault, he sat unnaware of his surroundings in silence.
Akishta crossed her arms, feeling the annoyance bubble inside of her, she thought about Markel and Mythen, curious of what was going on....she also wondered wether or not they suspected her secret..

[Faralishus]

Setana opened her mouth to speak, but Moitaivant beat her to it.
"Look, I'm staying at the inn, come talk to me when you can ok?"
Setana managed a weak smile. "Ok."
"Tonight?"
She laughed softly, "Of course."
He nodded, satisfied, and headed back into the inn. Setana dug her hands' deep into the pocket s' of her trousers. Moitaivant had been the last person she expected to see. The last one she wanted to see at this time in her life, but it had happened. She looked up at the sky. Night wasn't far off, he hadn't given her much time. She sighed and walked up to Akishta.
"Did you see where they went?" she asked quietly.