Tiwa-Changeling OC-Barplace with Beltane in Mind

[mm_ceit]

In New Zealand, its May 1st and Tiwa didn't expect to find the Bar in her kitchen so she slips through on her bare feet

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[eleanors_fire]

It has been a long while since Eleanor had found her way to the bar, and this evening she's glad of it as the weather was absolutely horrid.

Overcoat wet and dripping, she heads towards the fire and nods a polite greeting to the other young woman there.

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa looks over to her and gives a small smile,

"They make good hot chocolate here."

[eleanors_fire]

"That they do," she agrees. "But I rather prefer tea." As would likely to be expected for someone with a British accent.

She removes the overcoat and places it near the fireplace. It's starting to dry already as is its owner's hair.

Drying rather quickly too. Faster than seems possible.

[pi_wakawaka]

Its an accent Tiwa knows though hers is more of the South Pacific but with more English than an Aussie has,

"Oh tea's always sweet."

As she dries off, Tiwa headtilts at her,

"How'd you do that?"

[eleanors_fire]

"Magic," she grins and a bit of the flames from the fireplace drifts out to rest in the palm of her hand.

She's not getting burned at all, nor does she even seem to notice any heat.

"I'm a Fire Mage."

[pi_wakawaka]

At the Mage bit, Tiwa holds her shawl a touch tighter,

"Going to set anyone on fire?"

[eleanors_fire]

"No," she replies and the flames return to the fireplace. "I'm not that kind of person. I wouldn't dream of harming another."

"I'm Eleanor."

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa's smile is quite and a touch too bright,

"Knew that, sorry, I'm Tiwa."

[eleanors_fire]

Something seems a little ... off here. But she's not sure what.

"Pleasure to meet you. Do you come this way often?"

[pi_wakawaka]

Its not Eleanor's fault that Tiwa has some issues with Mages but she's a pooka so she can hide them,

"Oh yeah, end up here sometimes. Happy Beltane."

[eleanors_fire]

She smiles. "It is Beltane, isn't it? Some people seem to have forgotten about it entirely. It's nice to meet someone who remembers."

[pi_wakawaka]

Tiwa would spin but she's sitting so she twirls a bit in her seat,

"Only reason I'm dressed up, need to for Court."

For a moment as the shawl moves away from her arm, some cold iron wounds that seem almost like burns but not quite are visible on the inside of her forearm, the largest like the flat of a knife.

[eleanors_fire]

"Court?" she asks, curious. Then she notices the marks and a crease wrinkles her brow. "Are you hurt?"

[pi_wakawaka]

The shawl is pushed over them quickly,

"Oh me, I'm good as gold. Court's just court."

[eleanors_fire]

"Like nobility court? Kings, queens, dukes... that sort or something else?" Since around here the idea of court could vary greatly.

It seems obvious that Tiwa doesn't wish to discuss the marks, so Eleanor skips them for now.

[pi_wakawaka]

"Something else you could say, know about the Seelie Court?"