The neon light carried little warmth in it's bright glare, flickering overhead it failed to banish the chill from outside from Myarlothe's body, making the snake-tailed creature feel sluggish and tired. She loathed the cold, but at least in this bar her gills were no longer in danger of tearing due to the dry cold. So breathing, at least, wasn't as painful as she lazily draped herself around the chair and table she had picked out. Her tail acted as a pillow as Myarlothe attempted to bask in the neon lantern's light, trying to draw in what little warmth it provided.<br/><br/>Not long after Myarlothe had entered the bar the door opened again, this time letting in a frail-looking young woman that almost was as scantily clad as the serpent herself (While stylish, this gold bikini piece didn't really offer much protection from the cold.) Her demeanour and scent made Myarlothe quickly dismiss the girl's significance as that of prey, and hot on her heels someone more authoritive and confident entered the bar, though the metal-armed man failed to interest the lamia as he flocked to the hourglass-girl's side, and she answered his gaze in her direction by flaring her earfrills annoyed.<br/><br/>There was a far more interesting individual inside the bar though, even if Myarlothe had trouble finding him or her. The scent she tasted was so ephemeral, constantly changing in subtle ways that the lamia kept losing track of it. With a process of elimination done by firmly assigning people to scents Myarlothe figured out the golden-skinned confident woman was the source oh that sweet and bitter changing quickly on her tongue. An intent gaze followed her movements carefully.<br/><br/>That gaze was torn away when the door opened once more, letting in another gust of cold air. At least the figure that entered had the good grace to flit inside and slam the door shut quickly. Like Myarlothe, it was someone of a more reptilian disposition, but where the lamia belonged to crystal clear waters, this girl looked like she belonged in the sky with those feathers of hers. Having little better to do, Myarlothe watched her for a while, disinterest on her face. She was noticed by the avillian however, and Myarlothe was rather surprised and dumbfounded by that meek smile and wave.<br/><br/>Lacking anything worthwhile to do, the lamia's earfrills twitched while she gestured for Dei to approach, looking for the gold-skinned woman again out of the corner of her eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>