The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
Weaver slides onto the barstool next to him, turning herself sideways so she is facing him. One elbow is propped against the bar while the other hand holds her drink. She takes a sip, considering the taste, finding that she’s nearly there with the recipe. She didn’t want to simply pour things out of bottles, but she wanted to make the sort of creations you longed to come back for. The Kraai was meant to be an experience, not simply a bar.
She chuckles as his arm shifts into the feather she thought she’d recognized. ”I thought it might be. She’d been using it as a bookmark, but the letter was tucked right beneath. It was very purposeful.” The bar itself is dimly lit, excluding the warm light of the fire. The red of the walls glows, and though it’s still cluttered with stuff needing a home, it feels almost done and certainly cozy.
He continues, and she puts her drink down for a moment as he talks of the seer. ”Leave it to a seer to think emotions are so simple. That, coming from me.” Which was a little ironic, given that she still didn’t get quite the concept of a break. Either you were or you were not. But that didn’t necessarily mean your feelings sat along quite the same tidy lines. ”I didn’t read it, even though it’s not sealed. So I can’t say for sure that those are her last words, or perhaps there is something else Delphia can tell you. But I don’t think she left without making sure that you, of all people, had her thoughts. There were no other letters in her room that I saw.”
She pauses for a moment before reaching out a hand to rest on his. Her amber eyes find his, and she is unusually serious. ”She loved you. A whole fucking lot, and I got that from one conversation. I don’t say that to make you feel bad, but rather so you do not doubt it for one second.”
She chuckles as his arm shifts into the feather she thought she’d recognized. ”I thought it might be. She’d been using it as a bookmark, but the letter was tucked right beneath. It was very purposeful.” The bar itself is dimly lit, excluding the warm light of the fire. The red of the walls glows, and though it’s still cluttered with stuff needing a home, it feels almost done and certainly cozy.
He continues, and she puts her drink down for a moment as he talks of the seer. ”Leave it to a seer to think emotions are so simple. That, coming from me.” Which was a little ironic, given that she still didn’t get quite the concept of a break. Either you were or you were not. But that didn’t necessarily mean your feelings sat along quite the same tidy lines. ”I didn’t read it, even though it’s not sealed. So I can’t say for sure that those are her last words, or perhaps there is something else Delphia can tell you. But I don’t think she left without making sure that you, of all people, had her thoughts. There were no other letters in her room that I saw.”
She pauses for a moment before reaching out a hand to rest on his. Her amber eyes find his, and she is unusually serious. ”She loved you. A whole fucking lot, and I got that from one conversation. I don’t say that to make you feel bad, but rather so you do not doubt it for one second.”
Weaver
