<strong>Name:</strong>Alana Devlin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of Fueno/Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taegul, Zephyria, Franz (Open for interaction)<br/><br/><br/><strong>“Ahh…”</strong>Alana let out a very relaxed sigh from within the warm and inviting tides of the natural hot spring. The young woman gently laid her head back with closed eyes allowing her body to really soak up the relaxation and comfort which the waters provided. In her left hand, she rolled around a fair sized, white-silver gem of unknown origins which she had snatched back home in Lohan from one of the greedy, no good bazaar vendors. She always kept the object close as a reward for her troubles in acquiring the object, as well as the hell which the old geezer had given her for knocking over and breaking some overpriced vase.<br/><br/>After taking a few deep breaths, Alana opened her eyes to look towards open sky which was exposed only for the hot spring users in the building. The sky was beautifully lit up with various colored fireworks which was a core tourist attraction when the Merfolk Festival was in full swing. The young woman actually had not intended to visit Fueno during one of its most busy times of year. If she had known in advance, the fiery tempered wingly would have waited a few more weeks before making her visit. The shrill screams of excited tourists and their overly excited children were putting a damper on her mood. Alana had meant this trip to be a relaxing change of pace from her busy life of mischief in Lohan. Not to mention, who could say no to the comfort of the natural hot springs provided by Fueno? They certainly knew how to make a girl feel welcomed in Fueno. Her platinum colored played in the light winds seemingly taking on a life of its own while Alana let out a small amused chuckle.<strong>“I think it is time to get out of here,”</strong>the young woman mumbled while standing and wrapping a nearby towel around her petite body.<br/><br/>The young woman looked around to notice that the rest of the hot spring users had already left to join the celebration - getting obnoxiously drunk and loud she was certain. With peace of mind, Alana allowed a blinding light which resembled wings to protrude from her back levitating the young woman onto the edge of the waters where the walkway began.<strong>“Nicee…,”</strong>Alana smiled devilishly while the blinding light suddenly disappeared. She dropped the towel onto the ground standing in the open completely exposed to the world while grabbing some clothing from a nearby cubby where she stashed her belongings.<br/><br/>Once fully dressed, Alana looked down towards the gem which she still held tightly in the palm of her hand. With a certain amount of care which she did not provide for others or their belongings, the young woman gently stashed the gem into a leather pouch which was attached to her waist. She pulled a string which was woven between the materials at the top of the pouch. The wingly always wanted to assure herself that her trinket was fully secure before continuing.<br/><br/>With this final task completed, Alana decided that it was finally time to head back to the inn which she had promptly checked into upon arriving. Unlike most of these tourists, the woman knew how hard it was getting a room in Fueno when special celebrations were not even going on. Tonight would be especially difficult if you waited until last minute.<strong>“Suckers…,”</strong>she grinned while thinking about all the people who would probably be forced to share rooms or sleep on the floors of the inns and various other public buildings, due to their absence of knowledge.<br/><br/>Alana allowed her gaze to shift from left-to-right and back again looking at the surrounding area, as well as the people and their families in awe while watching the fireworks which were being set off at more frequent intervals. She quickly performed a little spin while walking looking at the bazaar vendors who were making tons of currency during this frenzied occasion. While performing this act, the young woman bumped into a stranger causing her pouch to open only so slightly. If she had been paying attention, the wingly would have noticed the pulsating light which enveloped the gem tightly tucked away into safety.<br/><br/><strong>“Watch where you are going,”</strong>Alana blurted out, despite realizing that she was the cause of this conflict. She looked at the man, as well as his female wingly companion with curious eyes.<strong>“Man…,”</strong>the young woman continued in an arrogant manner,<strong>“I absolutely hate tourists. By the way, I think you could do way better than him if you are looking for a good time.”</strong>Her eyes grazed over the nearby crowd looking for someone more attractive and certainly more deserving of the presence of a fellow wingly.<strong>“Like him,”</strong>Alana pointed towards a rather attractive fellow who was purchasing something edible from one of the vendors. The young man was of average height with short, blonde hair which was dressed up to appear somewhat spiky with a muscular, lean body.<strong>“Yeah, he certainly is impressive for a human.”</strong>Alana grinned while turning back towards the two strangers for a few seconds before jumping back. The young woman said a curt goodbye before taking off towards the inn at a light jog. The gem inside her pouch began to pulsate at a slower pace before completely losing its glimmer becoming a normal gem once again.<br/><br/>Bursting through the door to the tavern which was connected to the inn where she was staying, Alana found herself panting attempting to catch her breath from the jog across town.<strong>“Another beer,”</strong>someone bellowed from across the room.<strong>“Drunkards,” </strong>the young woman muttered as she approached the tavern counter. She crossed her legs allowing the material on her hips to ride up ever so slightly. Her ivory skin was beautiful under the low lights provided by the establishment. Why pay for a drink yourself when so many men were willing to do the deed for you? Before she knew it, the bartender approached her with a wooden stein filled with hearty dark ale.<strong>“This is from the gentleman down at the other end of the bar,”</strong>he announced while handing her the mug.<strong>“Oh, thanks!”</strong>Alana pretended to act surprised while simultaneously giving a little wave of recognition to the fellow at the other end of the bar who was wasting his time and money.