<div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
<div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1599243835325-jpeg.57543/" title="1599243835325.jpeg">
<img alt="1599243835325.jpeg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1599243835325-jpeg.57543/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="183" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='275' height='183' viewBox%3D'0 0 275 183'%2F%3E" style="" title="1599243835325.jpeg" width="275"/>
<noscript><img alt="1599243835325.jpeg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="183" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1599243835325-jpeg.57543/" style="" title="1599243835325.jpeg" width="275"/></noscript>
</div>
</div>Haseya saw the very petite young woman, coming in her direction from behind the bar and glad handing the other patrons.  She stopped her quiet singing before the girl with the flame colored hair could hear it.  Haseya could feel the redhead's 'other-ness' as she approached Haseya and Haseya recognized that type of 'other-ness'.  She smiled at the girl.<br/><br/>"Thank you for the welcome, youngster," Haseya answered, believing that her disguise made her look nearly old enough to be the girl's mother.  "I believe I remember your parents and you, but you were even smaller.  I hope that your mother and father are well, yes?"<br/><br/>The claim that Haseya knew Faelyn's parents seemed to surprise the redhead.<br/><br/>The older 'woman' then continued, "Call me 'Haseya Santiago', or 'Haseya'.  Some people know me as 'Nash'."  Haseya took another sip of the rye.  "If you know that name, let me calm you and tell you that I'm not here to make trouble."  She took another sip.<br/><br/>"Would you care to sit and talk?" asked the skinwalker woman.