Lenova had been right.  It was a long few more hours before people started showing up in the guild building, but they did start showing later in the morning than the way too early time that she had been there for breakfast.  The pair had arrived back in the tavern area just barley in time for their breakfast to be set down.  And it was delicious as always.  The guild mistress hadn’t been able to pull a smile out of her, at least not while she had been looking.  But she had at least convinced the blue girl to join the guild at least.<br/><br/>After their activities Deimia wolfed down her breakfast before heading to her room for a shower before going out to the training yard for some personal training in her combat forms.  That all before heading off for another shower, not that there was much sweat to wash off with how cold her body was most of the time.  In all that took up much of her morning keeping her away from meeting anybody in the guild.<br/><br/>It was after noon, about lunch time, when she gathered the courage to come back down to the tavern like area of the guild.  This time wearing a<a class="externalLink" href="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/NightArcher1/Deimia/Aion0063.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">yellow dress</a>with a layered look, and a<a class="externalLink" href="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s168/NightArcher1/Deimia/Aion0062.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">deep cut for most of her cleavage</a>, shoulders, a wide strip of her thighs and her back with her mane like tail to be on view while the rest of her was hidden.  It showed the guild mark clear as day at the center of her chest, right at where her cleavage began and just below the center of her collar bone.<br/><br/>Walking into the tavern like area of the guild, her heels and the claws at the end of her toes clicking on the floor, Deimia looked around at all the activity that was here now compared when she had woken up for breakfast.  Without an outward indication of it, she swallowed her fear of being feared and hated by all of them.  She really hoped what the guildmaster had said was true.  That they wouldn’t hate her for her looks.  If that continued even after accepting the invitation, then she would probably disappear in a month to back to hiding.<br/><br/>Shaking that thought off before it could take root, and keeping her cold demeanor, the demon looking woman made her way over to the request board to look everything over.  On the way it was impossible to not notice the very curvy priestess, and guild’s healer.  Just running her eyes over that outfit made Deimia’s cheeks darken a little, and her bite the inside of her cheek.  Almost immediately she tasted a little bit of a coppery taste inside her lips thanks to her sharp fangs, but it wasn’t much.  Just the sight of her made Deimia glad she loved to wear dresses.  It made it easy to hide her bodies reaction to just the sight of the healer.<br/><br/>That woman she had never actually met.  Only seeing her in passing before today, she still always had the same reaction.  That woman was a dangerous weapon without even talking to her.  So she tried her best not to pay attention to that tastefully sinful outfit and the curves barely hidden underneath as she moved up next to her next to the board to look over the jobs.  It was not easy at all.  “Good afternoon.”  She greeted, showing it was impossible to ignore the healer before quickly getting her objective at the board done before something happened to make her stare or pay too much attention to the curves.  Like her responding.  Worse, she didn’t want to see the look a priestess would give a demonic looking girl like her.<br/><br/>It looked like there were about five.  A few sounded interesting… others did not.  The non-violent goblins didn’t sound very fun at all.  Maybe the orcs would be entertaining to take out, but after a moment of looking those over she grinned at one that looked very fun.  One labeled Level 2 – Bandit Messenger caught her eye.  She didn’t know how accepting a request went in the guild just yet, but she wanted to take it before anyone else got a good idea like her and took it first.  She pulled the paper from the board and started to make her way out the door… at least she got a step in that direction before her stomach audibly growled.  Pulling more color onto her cheeks.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">“… Sorry…”</span>she apologized to anyone nearby before making an immediate turn to head toward the bar area where the woman from that morning was working.  After setting the request on the bar she took a seat and waved the woman over.  This would probably be a first lunch here since she usually avoided so many people.  She used to always grab something quick and retreat to her room.  Immediately after sitting she waved for the waitress.  Already she was trying to think of a way to stump her.<span style="color: purple">“Hi again.  I think I’ll have lunch before trying this job.  Hmmm, I think I’ll have Menggu niúròu(<b>OOC:</b> Mongolian Beef) over steamed rice, Barbecue potatoes, A mixed fruit bowl, and a Strawberry Daiquiri.”</span>She said with a smile that was slightly wider than any person’s lips should go, though not separating her lips so her teeth were not on display<br/><br/>Ordering all these different meals seemed completely natural to her, like how she could read, write and speak even if she didn’t remember anything about the words, the foods, or how she knew them.  She was contemplating that as she picked up the request paper again and looked it over.  Not entirely sure what the level of the request meant as it hadn’t been explained to her.  Maybe a bit more difficult.  So it would be more fun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>