<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noonish<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Main street outside Seaside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann, Nemea<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No<br/><hr/><br/>Sol stood there, watching as the two men conversed and when Nemea asked if she was sure she was alright, the tiny woman swathed in black simply nodded and uttered a quiet "I'm fine." Her two toned eyes moved to the sky... it was like there was a magnet between the heavens and herself, because she couldn't bring herself to cease staring up at the ominous clouds that threatened the world with rain. Her heart sped up as the entire place seemed to grow progressively more and more stifling, like the clouds were just about ready to burst and drench them all. She welcomed the rain. She welcomed the thunder... the lightning.<br/><br/>Though she had no idea why, Sol felt like the most natural place in the world for her would be in an area without shelter when those clouds burst and poured their torrent down on her. She felt almost as if being bare while the rain drops bore down on her hard enough to leave small red marks and bruises would be the most ideal, the most comfortable thing in the world. Chewing her lip behind her veil, she looked toward the two men in time to see them moving toward the Inn ahead of her. Another glance at the clouds above had her tempted to stay outside and wait and watch... but manners forced her to follow them. Besides... Sol never turned down a free drink... especially when the man paying for it wasn't the one pouring it.<br/><br/>Inside the Inn, she glanced at her two companions and then up at the bartender before speaking just loud enough to be heard, her sensitive elvish hearing having picked up the mammoth of a man's uttering. As she frowned in concern at his words, she gave him her answer... a simple, somewhat cheap liquor with a lot of bite that was as likely to knock someone off their feet than to get them drunk. But hell... she'd spent the last few years drinking in the worst places... bad, strong alcohol was nothing new to her. Corann had introduced himself but she stayed silent. Honestly, she hadn't heard of a chosen before but had no real desire to learn exactly what they were... especially if it meant questioning the jack ass.