Shi walked the night alone,  hir thoughts wandering backwards to evenings  that had passed,  wonderful nights amongst the stars or beneath the roofs of high class inns.  Wrapped in the arms of two being shi loved,  the two being's shi so deeply cared for it ached.  Unfortunatly,  they didn't understand hir they way that shi thought they had,  when petty jealousy erupted it tore hir lovely little world apart,  before long, the foul words came next...  shi hated those,  words so often hurt more then physical actions.  Especially when they were wicked barbed things spat fourth from the lips of loved ones.<br/><br/>Shi had been crying wordlessly to hirself for most of hir walk.  Imagining the lovely face of Clytemnestra...  hir femine companion,  and that stern face of Cormant,  but no matter how hard shi tried to keep the images serene in her mind,  those lovely faces soon contorted into rage...  as their words echoed within her mind.<br/><br/><em>  You have to choose one of us whore!</em><br/><br/>Choose, How can you even ask that of me!  I love you both so dearly! she was already crying by then.  There was more and more nastiness,  and eventually shi had fled leaving them behind,  hoping against hope that shi'd never have to look upon those lovely faces ever again.<br/><br/>Shi sighed softly,  shi was so weary...  physical confrontation that was easy,  emotional conflict,  that drained the beautiful creature more so then any battle.  Shi needed to rest,  to recouperate from the trying events of this evening.  Like any young person who's heart had been torn in two...  shi needed solace,  and like most young people,   shi often took to the bottle when times were tough,  it was a flaw,  a fault,  shi knew,  but sometimes the warmth of the booze,  and the nice haze that it caused,  was enough to numb the pain for a short time.<br/><br/>So,  shi walked... until those beautiful violet orbs looked upward at a sign,  hir vision was still slightly blurry from hir sobbing,  but it looked like a bar,  and the words were in common,  not abyssal,  not dragonic,  or angelic,  good old fashion common,  it was probably the perfect place to spend an evening, or so she told herself as she stepped inside.