Glancing around the room once, Deimia took note of a familiar face.  Though one she had only seen and met this morning after her ‘meeting’ with the guild mistress and breakfast.  They had met on the training field while Deimia had been doing her morning exercises to run through her muscle memory of the fighting style she used and be sure to actually memorize what her body already knew.  Deimia’s appearance thankfully never came up in the very short, simple conversation with her.  Instead they talked mostly about training and some pointers for her form.  They were probably good pointers, but it didn’t help that most moves that Deimia did were muscle memory and not actual knowledge since she couldn’t remember her training.<br/><br/>The fact that she had muscle memory for fighting exercises and moved showed that she had a lot of fighting training before losing her memory.  It was at least a good basis to start with and add the pointers from the silver haired girl onto.  She was glad the short conversation they had was almost purely on training.  Much better and something she didn’t need to act to keep her cold demeanor.<br/><br/>At seeing Keiga in the main tavern area, Deimia gave her a light wave before turning back to look over the request she had picked.  And give her order to the waitress.<br/><br/>Immediately at the sound of a voice that was not the usual waitress.  It pulled her eyes up from the request page that she had pulled from the board to look up at the woman who had spoken.  Immediately Deimia stared for a long moment.  This new woman she had never met, but again that wasn’t surprising.  She had avoided most everyone that she could.  Too bad she had avoided this one.  Maybe she would have talked to her a little more.  Though her skin looked normal, the horns stood out as much as the demonic girl’s own.  The wings and tail offset the normal looking skin a great deal, and she had scales decorating the skin.  It all seemed to essentially put them on even terms for being odd.<br/><br/>Then her eyes wandered down to that outfit that was definitely too small for her form.  The maid outfit that her chest and body were almost spilling out of not counting the wings and tail.  It was all she could do not to drool at the sight.<br/><br/>She was about to smile in greeting until she heard the obvious voice and hostility in the dragon girl’s voice.  That smile fell to a frown just as her lips were starting to curve into a smile.  What was all that anger for?  She was just doing what the normal waitress has said she could.  Order whatever she wanted.  This girl sounded just purely bitchy.  She could respond in kind quite easily.<span style="color: purple">“What do you mean?  Didn’t the normal girl tell you she said we could order whatever we wanted?  Or are you just that la…”</span><br/><br/>Before she could finish responding though she watched as the dragon girl smacked her hands against the table.  It was unexpected at first before she heard the snickering of three other guild members, causing her to glance at them out of the corner of her eye.  Almost immediately her eyes began darting between the three and the dragon girl.  That only lasted a second before she noticed the state of her outfit, and those bountiful bouncing orbs barely contained within.  Deimia couldn’t help but stare with that peeking bit of skin.  A part of her was praying inside for a wardrobe malfunction.<br/><br/>A shame that didn’t last as long as the blue skinned girl would have liked as she soon stormed off.  Though Deimia easily caught the glare at the three.  Was something going on between those three and her.  Were they the only reason that this dragon girl was acting as a waitress?  Were they the reason she wasn’t going to get the lunch she ordered?  She couldn’t let that slide without some fun on her part.  Leaning forward so her elbows were resting on the bar to hide what her feet were doing, she touched one of her clawed feet to the surface and started to use her magic.<span style="color: purple">“Would you three hyenas be quiet?  Your incessant laughing at nothing is quite annoying.”</span><br/><br/>Tendrils of frost started to travel along the wood of the bar towards where the three were sitting.  As soon as it was infront of them the tendrils split into 6 separate tendrils.  One going towards the feet of each of the three before frosting over where their feet were resting on either the stoop, or the floor before freezing their shoes where they were with a layer of frost.  The other tendril reached up and moved to where their glasses were and frosted around the bottom of the glasses.  Doing the exact same thing to their drinks as she did to their feet.<br/><br/>All this was while she glared at the dragon girl.  From her position she rested her chin on her hands as she watched the dragon girl.  It was obvious that the smile was very fake by the tone of her words, and word choice.<span style="color: purple">“Fine, if you are going to be bitchy about it…”</span>she said, pausing as if looking at the menu before putting a similar fake smile on her own lips.  Wishing the normal waitress would come back, no matter how cute the angry dragon girl was.  She wouldn’t admit that out loud.<span style="color: purple">“A Strawberry Daiquiri.  The rest of my order is still the same as well.  The cooks have never yet disappointed.”</span>All this came out with a glare, not letting on that whatever problems the three cackling guild members were now having were her fault.  the request page sitting next to her elbow for the Bandit Messenger quest almost completely forgotten.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>