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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is perched at the bar with a plat of salmon salad, a glass of cloudy apple juice, and a book.

Botherable, eminently so in fact. She's in what passes for a good mood, with her.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja, not nearly as angry as yesterday, and much less worried either, is nearby, leaning on the bar, drinking tea, and gnawing on a piece of bread. His taste isn't nearly as demanding as hers.

But he had agreed to meet up with her, soon, anyway, so he approaches, and nods in greeting.

He still has to look up at Jadis.

[whitest_witch]

Everyone does - with a few notable exceptions.

She didn't sat at the bar on purpose either, honestly she didn't.

"Good day," she says politely.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," Teja says, sipping his tea.

He is in no hurry, and would of course let her finish her meal in peace.

Peace. Eirene is safe, and has not been touched by impudent hand -- since he heard, Teja has become much calmer again.

[whitest_witch]

His courtesy is appreciated.

Mmm, salad.

[regina_nivalis]

A small flurry of snowflakes and a palpable drop in temperature heralds the arrival of the Snow Queen, huddled in her white furs against the springlike warmth of the outdoors.

[whitest_witch]

"Hello, my dear," Jadis says to her, turning with a smile at the flurry of cool air that heralds the Snow Queen's arrival.

[regina_nivalis]

"Good morrow, Jadis Queen. It is confoundedly warm here."

She sits, her snow drift skirts spreading obediently at her feet, shimmering wet at the edges where they touch the warm bar floor. Her usual stole of blue flame is gathered far back in her fur collar, crackling irritably at the warmth&

[whitest_witch]

"it is not that warm," Jadis says, mildly amused. "But it is Spring. One would expect it to be warmer."