@Draconian She'd never particularly liked taverns at the best of times, but any port in a storm.
Literally.
Ally stumbled into the rather loud, pungently alcoholic building out of necessity, trying to escape the driving winds and rains that were pelting the streets of Zantaric. Casting an almost accusing glance at the weather outside, she couldn't help the tiny part of her that was wondering what it might be like to fly in such a storm.
The lightning couldn't hurt her too badly- she'd experimented enough to know her scales were immune to just about any amount of heat. Her tail would need to act as more of a rudder than ever though, and the thinner membrane at the edges of her wings...
Wait. No. She shook herself as she pulled her traveling cloak a little tighter around her body and made her way cautiously toward the bar. She didn't want to think about being a dragon; that was why she was here, after all, to fix her mistake finally and permanently.
There just
had to be something she'd missed in those jungle ruins, something that would help her.
"You gonna stand there or ya gonna buy somethin'?" The rather coarse voice jerked her from her own thoughts and Ally blinked at the barkeep.
"Oh. Um, just some water, thank you. Had a long day of travel," she murmured, shrinking a little further back into her cloak.
The man grunted, giving her an odd look, but bustled off to fetch her water. With a small sigh she pulled herself up onto a stool and almost reluctantly pulled her cloak off in an effort to let it dry a bit, revealing her distinctly Serenian hair and clothes.
