<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">It couldn't be put off any longer. Her face set into petulant lines, Cia peered out of the shadows at the building that most people were wandering in and out of. Why did she have to interact with them? Couldn't she just go hang out with a...a...cow? Her eyes darted to the side and the farm she had passed some miles back. Surely they would be much better company than whatever lurked behind those doors. Turning away from the direction she wanted to go, eyes as golden as the sunlight reflecting from a water's wave locked back onto the tavern doors. She could do this. She <em>could</em>. <br/><br/>Eudocia was not a pushover. Forcing herself away from the shadows, bare feet and pale legs covered by a mere wisp of silk stepped onto the path. The same material wrapped around her body for maximum amount of mobility while covering what needed to be covered of her lithe body. It was always best to leave some things to the imagination. Where everything else about her was light, hair, skin, eyes, her clothing was dark. A deep aqua, same as the depths of the water where all of the best things were always hidden. Pushing herself inside, the door swung closed behind her and her breath exhaled. <br/><br/>Golden eyes swung to the bar. She'd heard stories, she'd observed, but she'd never been or done. Her shoulders straightened firmly and her head lifted with not a small amount of haughtiness, <strong>"Barkeep, a glass of water, please."</strong> But her hand traveled up to her neck, her fingers wrapping around the small orb of liquid that was attached to the necklace there, as the barkeep worked behind the bar.</span></span><br/>