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[blessed_been]

Tara comes downstairs and goes over to the bar, sitting at one end.

"Could I get a cup of tea with milk and sugar please, sweetness?"

The tea arrives and she sips it, glancing around the bar. She kind of wants to talk to Isabel again, and is torn between wanting to talk to Warren and wanting to leave the poor boy alone.

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[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan comes down from the guest quarters... and sees Tara. He stops dead, his face suddenly very pale.

[blessed_been]

Tara looks up and sees him, and hesitates. Then waves.

Cheerful is good, right?

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan waves back, very nervously, and forces himself to go over to her.

"Um. H-hi."

[blessed_been]

"Hi, Jonathan."

It's hard to be nervous around Jonathan. She smiles and sips her tea again.

[femme_wizard]

Esk notices the blonde woman sitting at the other end of the bar.

There's someting about her Esk can't quite put her finger on, but she has an inkling that this girl is a witch.

She watches her for a bit, wondering if she should say hi.

[blessed_been]

Tara notices the other woman looking at her and smiles.

"Hi."

[femme_wizard]

"Hi," Esk takes the opening and moves down towards her, book in one hand and staff in the other. She's beginning to regret bringing such a heavy tome.

"I'm Esk. I'm fairly new here."

[blessed_been]

"Tara Maclay. Also kinda new here."

She looks at the staff and book, tilting her head a little. "Is that a magical book?"

Tara misses the magic books.

[x_van_helsing_x]

Beowulf sits on the floor between Van Helsing and the blond lady. He turns his head and looks up at her - because that's what he does - he looks at people. He does that doggy-sniffing thing too, but he's a sight hound, gotta see stuff first.

Van Helsing looks down at the dog, then nods at the blond lady, politely.

[blessed_been]

She smiles at him, and then at the dog.

"Hi. I'm Tara Maclay."

[x_van_helsing_x]

He tries very hard not to grumble when he replies - he probably swallowed a bit more alcohol last night than he intended. "Van Helsing." He motions toward the floor with his head. "That's Beowulf."

He orders coffee from the bar and drinks it black, which tastes bad, but it's clearing his head a little.

[blessed_been]

"He's a very impressive dog. Does he mind being petted?"

She looks sympathetic. "You look like you have a headache. Have you tried valerian capsules? They help me when I get headaches."