Happy Hour!

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi had fully intended to spend his time in the Bar today writing letters home--it wasn't work, it was relaxing and invigorating, it made him happy to actually get in touch with his family, and it would save time, there were no downsides--but when he wandered up to the Bar to request his usual ale, meal, and bread with oil, a note popped up

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[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi grins at the man he's not spoken to in some years--and then immediately a flash of concern crosses his face. Oh crows, if Seimei doesn't know about the cover he's trying really bloody hard not to break--

On the ever-changing status of Tavi's chi, incidentally, Kitai's counterweight is still there--and his own is starting to shift, start to balance out on its own.

"Well, I figured there should be ice for the days getting colder, and fire for the leaves going red. Seemed logical enough."

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi's expression is puzzled as he reaches for the wine. "A while? I don't believe I--"

But the look in his eyes is far different, a little urgent. I have a cover, this needs to be a hell of a lot quieter, crows let me give you my cover before it gets broken, someone from home might turn up.

It is possible that his life is overly complicated.

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi is facepalming internally. This place drives him nuts sometimes.

"Just a moment, I need to find a glass--"

It takes him a little longer than normal, and when he comes back up and pours the wine with a relaxed smile, he pushes it over to Seimei on a napkin. His eyes flick down, once, and he nods slightly. "--and I'll be right with you, another moment."

He uses the excuse of another order to let Seimei read it. On the inside is a message: I'm with the Legions, under a different name. I can't break cover, just in case someone from home turns up. Rufus Scipio, First Aleran. Play it how you like, I'll follow.

He is such a spy.

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi leans against the bartop, expression mostly calm--there's even something of a smile on his face.

His eyes, however, have a slightly tired look. "As well as can be expected."

[tavar_of_alera]

The smile is still there, technically.

It's entirely gone from his eyes. "Yes."

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi glances at that lighting without implement, and though a quick pang crosses his eyes, it's less than it was before.

He can light furylamps; maybe soon he'll be able to handle small things like that. "Have you ever been on a war front?" Not being enlisted somehow hardly means not being there. After all, there are a few thousand camp followers, not to mention the locals. Tavi knows better than to assume that.

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi smiles without humor. "I may be familiar with the concept," he comments dryly. He thinks back to the Canim, to the Elinarch, and feels that twisting inside of regret at so many deaths.

A word has caught his attention, however, and it's a good distraction from his own emotions. "What's a kami?"

[tavar_of_alera]

Tavi stares a moment.

And then his face absolutely lights up, a bright smile exactly like the ones a little boy used to have relaxing his entire expression. "Except for the worship--which I still don't fully understand," he adds, "that... actually sounds like home."

It's what he gets for living in a world with Pokémon.