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[wantedahorse]

The door flickers briefly into a tent flap, that is pulled back to reveal a battalion encampment before being blocked by the woman stepping through. She is dressed in a rider's leather breeches and what might be a loose fitting tunic on a man, but is pulled taut against her adequate bosom. Her skin is pale, and her shoulder-length hair is stark

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[calderon_crow]

The door seems to be a tent flap again for a moment as someone else comes in behind her, a faint smile spreading on his face as he sees Milliways again.

It's been a few days for him, after all.

But the movement he catches from the corner of his eyes has him turning and then he's staring blatantly at the last person he would have thought--

No.

Scratch that.

The first person he would have thought to find here but the last person he'd thought might actually show up. Despite the emotions that he can feel coming from Kitai, he grins bright as the sun at seeing her here.

At the bar.

With him.

"Kitai? Did you just--"

Who knows how long she might have been here.

[wantedahorse]

"Aleran, get down!" she hisses. The last thing she needs to worry about is looking after the poor idiot while trying to save his life.

[calderon_crow]

He doesn't move.

"It's okay," he says carefully, making sure he doesn't sound condescending. It wouldn't go over well, but it'd be easy to do that at the moment. It's something completely new to her.

"This place is safe. Well, as safe as a place can be, anyway. I've been here before."

[wantedahorse]

She spares some of her attention from the other people to give him a look that could wither flowers. "There is a tavern. In your tent. Where no tavern should be. How, exactly, is that safe?"

[wantedahorse]

YT might be surprised at the young woman's stabbing range.

"No, nobody is going to hurt me," she repeats matter-of-factly. That was never in question. What was in question was which ones of these people would try.

[wantedahorse]

Kitai hesitates, and then does... something that makes the knives go away. They're clearly hidden somewhere on her person, but there's no telling where.

It's not as though she required them, anyway.

"Very well. Explain."

[lissla_lissar]

There is a white, white woman with golden eyes who watches...and her eyes widen at the color of the other woman's hair. Around her are a mob of large, lanky dogs.

[wantedahorse]

Kitai has never heard of a Dog Clan, but then, many things were lost as their people migrated. There were always tales of those separated in the journey, though.

She meets those gold eyes with her own green ones and nods respectfully. If this other warrior is not concerned, then neither should she be. Kitai straightens and disappears the knives before approaching the woman.

"Greetings, cousin," she says, offering her hand, palm down, to the dogs for inspection.

[lissla_lissar]

"Greetings." she says with her low voice, nodding in return. White hair, and so wary, yes Lissar is assuming another who has met the Moonwoman.

All kinds of fun misunderstandings are likely here, folks.

The dogs sniff, decide that Kitai is acceptable, and demand to be petted. "Welcome to Milliways; the bar at the crossing of all universes."

[wantedahorse]

Kitai only has two hands, but she does an admirable job of timesharing them to all the dogs.

"Apologies. Your speech is strange, cousin. The crossing of all what?"