[finished] Blending In

[titania]

Titania quickly settled in as the ale came her way. It seemed like Shavir was attempting to avoid pointless conflict. Which was a shame, because watching him kick the ever-loving shit out of some wasted drunk in a tavern would have been hilarious.

"I make regular trips. I have to get out of the castle before I go crazy. The court know when I'm gone, and it's not like I have a lot of power anyway. The court would have gotten rid of me by now if I weren't so popular with the people." She would never say it, but sometimes she wished she weren't as popular and she could just leave and be her own woman. But she knew she had duties to her people, and to Hyrule, and during times of crisis she knew when to return, and when to stay. In times of crisis, after all, things were interesting. It made her rethink Shavir's offer.

Taking a full swig of her ale, she looked over to Shavir curiously. "And what about you desert dweller, how often do you venture outside your emperor's walls?" Judging by the amount of times people ran around in a panic because of dragons, she didn't think it was often. Her vision of Nightmare Darklight always involved keeping his subjects on a short leash.

[Shavir]

He didn't know to much about the people these days, only from when he was growing up among the elderly years ago. Receiving his drink, he immediately threw a small bag of rupees onto the table, followed by a tap. "Go ahead and throw down about four or five more." He wasn't boasting, he was simply attempting to keep himself occupied for the night.

Taking a drink of the mug, he took a quarter out of it in one gulp. "Ah, Nightmare. He has ensured a lot of trust in his people as far as I can see. I pretty much go wherever I want, do whatever I want, until he needs me." He thought back to the situation with Merik, which he had yet to actually resolve. He had to get a meeting with Nightmare, which was difficult at some extents, even for a dreadnought.

"I'm actually in the process of burning time until I have to meet with him in a few days. Important business and all." He took another drink.

[titania]

Titania listened as he spoke, taking small sips of her drink. She was pleased at the gentleman, paying for their drinks, even if he didn't see it quite like that.

"I'm surprised. I would have thought he kept the dreadnoughts close. But I guess he doesn't always need you. Maybe he likes being cooped up in that monstrosity out in the desert." She always found it an eyesore. From the looks of it, it needed a good inspection. And a redecorator.

"Oh, that sounds like fun. Honestly he's not a bad person, he just seems so...angry. I have never seen him happy. Every time he's arguing or pouting or mocking me, it's kind of bothersome." She finished off her drink with a nice little burp at the end. "Whoops. 'scuse me."

[Shavir]

He smirked, chuckled, then finished off his own mug. It was followed by a quick refill, which he enjoyed. He did pay handsomely for the service after all. Turning around, he looked around the room, feeling more relaxed and at ease due to the alcohol. It had been awhile since he had engaged with humans in activities not concerning their deaths. "Nightmare is a good leader. My loyalty to him....to say the least, is very strong." He thought upon the words, reflecting to his contemplation of his allegiance only recently. Although short, it still existed, but he would not show it nor speak word of it.

A man came into the bar, alone, with a cloak and hood over his head. Sitting a few seats down from Titania, he ordered a few drinks. It was nice outside, perfect for flying, although the man who entered knew little of flying. "Hmmm.....Titania, have you experienced combat before?" He wondered if a female queen would know anything about it.

[titania]

Titania nodded as more ale found its way to her belly. "He seems strong. A capable leader, even in times of crisis." She did not want to talk too much more about Nightmare. He gave her the heebie-jeebies with his cold demeanor.

The topic was quickly changed then to combat. "All fairy leaders typically receive some form of magical training. Healing magic, revival, simple things. I also managed to learn a couple of offensive spells in my time. As for actual combat, I have been in some fights before. Not slugfests mind you, but at times a bulblin may think a female traveling alone is easy prey. Sorry if that's your people there, but when they attack like that I don't get much of a choice." Truth be told, she never really enjoyed fighting. She preferred to get along with people rather than combat them. "Why do you ask hmm?" she leaned in a little towards Shavir, examining his face for a reason. She didn't find any words on his face though.

[Shavir]

The man ordered his drink, and sat silently alone, minding his own business. Shivar got an odd feeling about him, although he chose to ignore it, and return his attention back to Titania. "Oh, no reason. Just wondering what a Fairy is capable of." He took another drink from his mug, a smaller one this time, and set it on the counter. For a Dragon, conquest, war, and combat was a natural importance to their culture. "Inferior....monsters, as the rest of the world says, are simply of inferior intelligence. If your people where less intelligent than you, and lived their lives attacking established communities, would have sympathy for them?"

He thought for a moment. It did pain him to think of other dragons dying, but the Ainur were simply a wide variety of races with similarities. None of them fit into the others. "The Ainur is the correct term. Monster is.....like calling the Fairy's a bug, or something along those lines. Even still, I hold you to no account. Many of my people are monsters." It was shameful to him, but not so much as to remain silent. He was quite enjoying himself, being able to communicate with another person for the first time in a long time.

[titania]

"Yes, the term Ainur is one I'm familiar with. Need to have courtesy when it's needed of course." She laughed when she thought of calling the fairies bugs. It was rare she heard it, but there was one who loved to use it. It brought make amusing memories, at least in hindsight.

"Fairy culture doesn't have as much fighting as Ainur culture does. Bickering is rampant, but not fighting. Then again, trying to pin Ainur culture down to one thing would be tough since the Ainur have no defined culture, due to the plethora of races under the name Ainur." She noticed him looking towards one spot, a man sitting alone with his drink. She motioned over to him with her head subtly and gave him a confused look, as if to silently ask what was going on. He didn't seem to be making any trouble, but perhaps in a tavern no trouble is a form of trouble.

[Shavir]

For the time she spent speaking, he spent observing the man. He was tall, well built, and strikingly familiar. Shavir did listen somewhat, and the queen apparently caught on to his distraction. He was not looking for a fight, but he couldn't help but place his finger on who the man was. He knew for a fact he had seen him around a few times lately. It would be normal to see someone twice in a town, but not like Shavir had, in a place he hadn't visited in an extremely long time. Something was definitely wrong.

He shook his head, and lowered his voice, looking down at the counter and taking a drink out of his mug. "He looks very familiar...." He muttered to Titania, trying not to appear weird or paranoid in front of his drinking partner. Tapping the table, he continued to keep his voice dominantly low. "Tender- the man by the lady? Who is he?"

The Bartender looked over and then returned his attention to Shavir, also keeping his voice low. "A monster hunting freelancer. Always going for the biggest game he can kill." He reached over, refilled the Dragons mug, and nodded, walking off. It sent a nervous chill into Shavir's spine. He saw the man following him into Castle Town; the man could of easily saw Shavir land in Dragon Form, then shift into his human form, and followed him into the city.

[titania]

Titania didn't like how this was developing. Shavir seemed worried about the hunter, was it possible the man knew Shavir's true form. If so this would get ugly quickly. Taking a swig of the drink, she was blurring the line of her ability to remain discreet. An inebriated Titania was far from a discreet one. But for now the matter was serious enough that could remain under control if she tried hard enough.

"Hmph. I'm sure he's no match. Besides, if he tries to expose you he'll sound more like a rambling idiot. Ignore him for now." She turned towards the bar and continued to drink, speaking in a hushed voice the whole time.

"Though if it gets ugly, I can always vouch for you. Trust me, you have nothing to fear." She snickered softly under her drink. Having authority figures on you side was a plus, and luckily for Shavir Titania was quite the people person, and to her dragons were just as much people as humans and hylians, just a bit more...scaly. And monstrous.

[Shavir]

Shavir nodded to Titania's words. "If he confronts me here, I will deal with the situation. He hunts my kind simply for the same reason many of mine hunt his. That makes them no different." The anger was clear. This man was a killer of his people, and not all Ainur were the monsters they had been considered.

Finishing his drink, he allowed the tender to refill him. At this moment, he figured he had spoken to loudly when talking to Titania, or perhaps the man had a change of mind, for he rose, and walked away. If he left or not, Shavir was unable to tell. He did not want to draw attention so he simply looked foreword.

"You ever have this sort of thing happened to you?" He laughed lightly and looked over to her, taking another drink of the mug and now feeling somewhat light. He had been drinking non stop, and was now feeling the slight buzz.

[titania]

Titania turned back to the bar and nodded. "This is your thing. I don't have a lot of experience with hunting, being hunted or hunting." Fairies weren't typically hunted. It wasn't a normal occurrence, as a person with her style of wings were typically not that dangerous. Though the case with kidnappings might be common for some fairies, depending on who they were.

"Fairies don't have the kind of rep you do. Kidnappings occasionally, one report a long time ago of selling fairies into a sex slavery ring. But no witch hunts." Titania took another swig of ale. She was finding it harder to maintain composure. "Didn't really surprise me though. We are gorgeous."

[Shavir]

"Sounds like a....bad situation." He didn't really have to many words for it, but so he kept quiet mostly. It seemed like something outside of what he had ever dealt with. He had seen slavers before, but not anything like Fairy trafficking. He supposed it must of been one of those popular underground businesses, which would make sense.

Reaching forth to take yet another drink of his mug, he suddenly felt a sharp, bludgeoning pain strike the rear of his head. Leaning foreword somewhat, he was momentarily dazed as he felt a strong grip around around his neck. Looking down, he saw the elbow that was gripped around him, and before he could act he had a strong force pull him out of his chair. The man was taller then Shavir, and had about the same build.

Being lifted off his feet, the man used his other arm to place a pointed knife under Shavir's chin. It was a flimsy knife, capable of cutting through any humans skin. The only problem....was that Shavir was not human. Although in a Human form, his true forms traits carried over in many ways. One was that no flimsy, dulled out knife was going to penetrate and draw blood.

"This man is a monster- a Dragon to be specific. I witnessed it myself, his transformation." Most of the men in the bar had came to a stop, some had drawn their own swords, and listened well to the Hunter they all already knew. They did not know Shavir, after all.

[titania]

Titania made no motions as Shavir was being apprehended by the hunter. She didn't worry, Shavir could take care of himself. Though she was getting annoyed that the man was trying to get her friend into trouble. Who cares if he was right, what did this 'dragon' do to anyone.

Slowly and methodically she picked herself off of her stool and looked out to the crowd, motioning down for them to lower their weapons. A bit wobbly, she looked over to the hunter and the hunted and began to laugh, rolling her eyes.

"Are you kidding me? This man doesn't look like any dragon I've ever seen. What, did you see him with wings?" She flared out her wings and rolled her eyes again. "There? Now you have another winged creature on your hands. Am I to be hunted as well? Be made an example of? Let him go, he has done nothing wrong." She was clearly upset at the actions of the hunters, and now her insectile wings shimmered in the tavern. Her hands began to glow as she prepared for hostilities. Mostly because she made no attempt to deny his dragon status.

[Shavir]

Staring at the female, he watcher her stumble and laugh, and laughed himself. It must of angered the man who had him held, because he tightened the choke, and pressed the blade tighter against his throat. What was happening with the other men in the room was not obvious to Shavir, as he could only see her and a few men, including the bartender.

"Very well, then let him prove his humanity. If he i-" Shavir had heard enough. Because the Fairy Queen just named his as anything but a Dragon, he could now not allow it to become true at this moment. The man was distracted by the Fairy, which was perfect for Shavir. Reaching up with speed, he grabbed the mans head and flipped him over. As the man hit the ground, Shavir stepped over him to the counter and picked up the mug, finishing his drink. As the man slowly stood up, he dropped the knife and drew his sword.

"Well, it was bound to happened I suppose." He whispered to Titania, his hand now on the pommel of his blade. "I'd rather not kill him in the Town. Perhaps we can lead him outside of the town?"

[titania]

Titania retracted her wings and giggled as Shavir made quick work of his captor, who was now going for a sword rather than that dingy knife. Titania rubbed her forehead and shook her head, not sure how to proceed.

"Allow me" she whispered before adjusting herself and standing tall. Looking over to the bartender, she shrugged and looked sad. "Hugh, I'm sorry for this. Bill me for the damages." Hugh, an innocent bystander in all of this, looked confused as a bee climbed out of Titania's glove. Soon more started to pile out and before long a swarm of bees descended upon the crowd of people. Titania motioned to Shavir to head on out of the tavern, lest the bees descend upon her as well. Which could never happen, because they were her bees.