(entry; open) Bar proper--Lilith arrives
A screech owl blew in the door with a whistle of confused indignation, stubby wings flapping madly. Hey! What the--oh, for feck's sake, this is completely undignified! One minute she'd been emerging from a mirror in Tel Aviv to talk to some of her descendants, and the next...insta-dust-storm, blinding winds, complete disorientation...and here.
The little ball of brown feathers landed on the floor and dissolved into a small cloud of golden light, then spread out and coalesced as a buxom, olive-skinned woman in a scarlet-and-gold silk gown. She straightened, ran a hand back through her wild red hair and looked around, the white tattoos of wings on her back gleaming.
"Ooooo-kay. This is...new...."
The little ball of brown feathers landed on the floor and dissolved into a small cloud of golden light, then spread out and coalesced as a buxom, olive-skinned woman in a scarlet-and-gold silk gown. She straightened, ran a hand back through her wild red hair and looked around, the white tattoos of wings on her back gleaming.
"Ooooo-kay. This is...new...."