<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/16718y9.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)</span></span></em></strong><br/>Location: Murphy's Tavern<br/>Time: Day 1, Evening<br/>Tagged:Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><hr/><br/>What was that, bubbling up deep inside her? It wasn't hunger, no. Sure, she needed food, but hunger wouldn't make sense in this instance. Before he had sat down, Oyohusa had locked onto that little waitress, his jaw dropping as if she had been standing there naked and beckoning him to her. Her rambunctious chattering and menu analyzing had covered up the uncomfortable shift upon witnessing the man's actions. What was so special about this young little thing? She couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen, so how had she caught his attention so quickly? Having scanned the girl over various times, she just couldn't find the answer. Was she cute? Yes, in that young kind of way, if you were into that. Then again, what man didn't have that little school girl fantasy these days? Well... Maybe not him. He didn't seem the type? So what was it about her tha---<br/><br/>Jealousy. Something that had long ago fled her path. It was that ridiculous anger and discomfort toward a person who had, nine times out of ten, never wronged or hurt you. That's what jealousy was. There was no reason to feel it towards this young girl, who was simply minding her own business, doing her job. Though, the girl's reaction to dear Feathertail's spear was amusing.<em>See? She's just a sheltered, young girl. Why are you feeling such a stupid thing, anyway?</em>That was a great question. Why was she feeling it? Peering over the menu at the man now seated across from her, Iggy thought.<em>He is good looking, no doubt about that one. But he's... Just a man. A man I met barely an hour ago, nonetheless! So what's so special about him?</em>Maybe it was a gut feeling that something would go spinning far out of her control if she pursued an answer, or maybe she just realized that she had an actual conversation with another human being in almost two months; either way, something stopped these thoughts, and she was much more comfortable that way.<br/><br/>"She did, huh?" A nod of understanding was given as the menu was replaced to the table. A wrinkled nose was used to cover up the glance at the young waitress, guessing she was the one in the vision. No point in asking if she knew the answer, right? Or so that green monster grumbled, disregarding her attempts to push it away. Either way, she did not press the matter, simply stating, "I hope your vision brings a fruitful ending." Since she had never had one, she couldn't really think of anything to say. The strange hallucinations she had endured gave her a glimpse of what a vision may be, but those came in smoke she unknowingly inhaled, not smoke she saw a picture in. Plus, maybe visions weren't the best thing around her, since the only ones she ever saw were of those tortured, mangled...<br/><br/>It felt like all the air had crept out of her lungs; all the saliva had evaporated from her mouth; all the feeling had left her body. No. She would not give into those thoughts. Not here. Not now. Not before this kind, handsome gentleman. Not in this packing dining room. With a rough swallow and a meager smile, she stood, pointing to an item on the menu to indicate for him to order for her if the waitress returned before she did. "'Scuse me," she managed to choke out before retreating to a restroom. Looking in the mirror, her face had paled quite a few shades and her body quivered slightly. A quick sip from the faucet and the splash of cold water on her face slowly snapped her away from a dreadful nightmare. Practicing that favored breathing technique for a few seconds allowed Iggy to calm down and throw a bright smile onto her face.<em>Gone. Those mem-- thoughts are gone.</em><br/><br/>She flicked at that solo feather once more as she walked past Feathertail to return to her seat. "Miss me?" she cooed, as if nothing had happened.