The Tea House

Natriel's ears perked up when the elf spoke to Eon. What did she day? Maybe Eon did carry on like a child but Natriel was the only one allowed to tease him like that and the elf that called him-- what? Imekari? Was that qunlat?-- had another thing coming if she thought Natriel would stand for it. Natriel cleared her throat.

"Ara seranna-ma, seth'lin?" She called out as she stood, a vicious tone in her voice. She grabbed her almost broken staff and padded over to the group. "Maybe you misunderstand. We are foreigners here and were unsure onto how these stablishments work; after all, where we come from, one can make their own tea without paying a shem to do. It has been many miles and we seek to rest our tired feet. My partner here did not," Natriel's teeth clacked as she stopped to take a deep breath. Patience, da'len, patience. "My partner and I did not mean to intrude. I believe you owe him an apology, len'alas leth'din. He is no child."

Natriel spared a second to pat Eon's back in comfort. She inclined her head to the kossith. "Ir'abelas. Your offer is generous but we will not take upon it." Natriel handled the bag of hold on her hip, aware of the shallow action of the move. "We can pay for it ourselves."

Eon shrank back under the other elf's look, alarmed. "I'm sorry, did I offend somehow? I did not... mean to cause annoyance." He turned when he heard footsteps, gaping at the fierce look on Natriel's face. "Nat...?" He asked, before his jaw fell open at her scalding words. Holy shit. Was she... angry? She sure sounded like it. He continued to gape as she gave an abrupt pat to his back, blinking owlishly, mouth still open. He struggled to regain his easygoing composure, which was more difficult than it usually was. "I didn't know you cared." He attempted to sound dramatic, but it came out awed and surprised. He winced again. He was having no luck with talking today was he.

He turned to the horned man, offering a wince and an apologetic smile. His ears perked as the human spoke, and he turned to her and tilted his head. "I'm also sorry. I'm... a Circle mage. I don't understand things... such as this." He gestured to the tearoom, looking sheepish. "I bear no ill will to the lady's suspicious looks, but I do not mean... to act like a child. I apologize." Eon looked down, ears twitching downward in embarrassment. Hopefully his explanations didn't send the three strangers running to any nearby templars. Then they would have to run again. Or at least, he would.

If one were to describe how Calanthe felt after the encounter, the word "stunned" would come to mind. She had her fair share of brash words being thrown at her, but the suddeness of the situation caught her off-guard. She frowned as the poor boy was practically man-handled and sent away like a little toy soldier. Of course he was a Circle mage, flouncing about like he had no idea what was happening. Well, he didn't quite actually know what was happening. If he had stayed at the table longer, Cal wanted to comfort him somehow, but the two were already on their way.

"...Sounds like a plan," Cal told to her acquaintances as she watched the two elves go. "I'm...going to my room. Upstairs. I'll see you then, crow's call and all? Or, whenever ya' need me." And with a slight wave to her new traveling mates, Calanthe left the table to search for her room. She had enough social interaction for one day.