Winds Guide Us (how_is_you // Mystearica)

[how_is_you]

Ezio walked into the tavern on the side of the road, his mind slightly foggy from the long journey. He had no clue how his companion, who called herself Talim, could do so much travelling with little sleep. She always seemed to be meditating and such, and, to be honest, it irked him. He felt that thought fade as the scent of ale and men wafted into his nose and he sat down at the counter, immediately hearing and seeing a mug slide toward him. The assassin grinned and took hold of it, swigging a bit of the alcohol down before looking to see if Talim had entered the place with him.

 

[Mystearica]

It had been a long road for them both -- Talim, though, priestess of the winds and all around cheerful soul never quite seemed to let it get to her though. She'd encountered the elder assassin in her journey, and though he was a dangerous sort (even she could tell that), she'd sensed a good heart in him, so had been willing to travel with him. Clad in white, the priestess and the killer, the man and the young lady, not far from sixteen; one could have scarcely asked for an odder pair.

Talim followed Ezio into the tavern, smiling lightly to herself as she ducked past a burly man and his towering flagon of ale. "What a lively bunch," the young priestess mused as she sat down by Ezio, offering him a slightly sunny smile. "Um. Just milk for me," she said to the barman as she folded her arms on the table, fingers interlocking as she idly rocked back and forth on the stool.

 

[how_is_you]

The assassin smiled as the young woman did follow him in, but he frowned as she ordered a milk. Who goes into a tavern and orders that? Of course, she was a priestess and likely had morals against drink, but even the Catholic priests back home drank wine (Ezio did not know if it was some sort of ritual or just for fun, as he was not affiliated with the Catholics). He did not mention anything of it, looking back into his mug as he thought over what to say to start up some conversation between them. "How did you say that I would get back home again?"