Well, there was something to be said for the ways things were done here on RhyDin, Niamh thought to herself as she shouldered her way into the Red Dragon Inn, one arm loaded down with books to replace the now useless textbooks which had weighed her down when she landed, face first, in the sands of the Twilight Island. Less than three days here, and she had a job, a room in which to live, and clean clothes to replace the ones trashed from her three-day hike to the city.
Looking around with the wide-eyed fascination she was certain was never going to leave her, she made her way over to the comfortable couch, thumping down and flipping open one of the books, absent-minded skimming the pages. There was no way in hell she was going to learn all of this in a few days, she grinned to herself, and lifted her head, big grey eyes thoughtfully scanning the taproom, lingering, as she always did, on the fine examples of manhood decorating the nooks and crannies.
Yes, it was true. Niamh O?Donovan, while having the innocent grey eyes of an angel beneath her unruly mane of dark curls, was a terrible flirt. And she wasn?t averse to the flirting going further, either, much to her parents? dismay back at home, but she did have standards. She wouldn?t allow more than a kiss from just anyone, oh no. The man in question had to meet her private expectations first before a kiss would even be considered.
A familiar voice drew her out of her careful consideration of the groups standing around the taproom as the couch dipped beneath another body?s weight. ?What?re you reading??
Niamh smiled, pleased to see Liv sitting beside her. The redhead with the curiously coloured eyes had been the first friend made here in this strange place ? in fact, between them, they had managed to persuade another new friend to let them stay their first night in the city in his accommodations. She snapped the book shut, turning to smile cheerily at her friend.
?Nothing too riveting,? she assured her, stuffing all her new books into the main body of her rucksack. ?I got a job ? don?t ask me how. They gave me the books; apparently I have to know what I?m doing.?
She grinned, an infectious expression of mirth that Liv returned, despite the confusion in her multi-hued eyes. There was a pause, during which her redheaded friend looked around the taproom for herself, studying the many different people gathered there.
?Niamh ...? she said quietly, ?do you think I?m weird? This place sure is.? Her smooth American accent dropped a couple of notches with this last comment, as though she were ashamed to admit it.
Niamh?s head tilted in curious understanding. She knew exactly where Liv was coming from; after all, weird was the first word that sprang to mind when you realised you had somehow travelled from your normal, everyday world, to a world where a demon wolf could quite easily be found discussing the latest news over a cup of tea with an elf, where magic seemed prevalent, and where being ordinary seemed to make you extraordinary. But for a girl raised on stories of the Sidhe, the Tuatha de?Danann and all the fairy folk tales of Ireland, weird was not the word that remained to describe everything she was now seeing.
?I don?t think weird is the right word for any of this,? she murmured softly, glancing once more at the myriad of peoples and races gathered around them. ?Everyone here is so different, and it?s so amazing the way they all interact and get along for the most part. It?s like, for the first time, I?m not out of place just for being me. Does that make any sense??
She watched as Liv nodded slowly. ?Yeah,? she admitted quietly. ?But even that?s weird. Like, I only met you a couple of nights ago, and I already feel like we?re close. It?s nice, don?t get me wrong,? she added hurriedly, as though Niamh could take offence at the simple enough comment.
?I know what you mean,? Niamh grinned, patting her friend?s hand reassuringly. ?It?s kind of cool to have a friend in the middle of all of this.?
Liv nodded to her again, rubbing the back of her head as her finger and thumb picked at her top. ?I still need to get some new clothes,? she muttered. ?It?s nice to get a shower, but without the clean clothes, it kind of defeats the object, don?t you think??
Niamh?s eyes opened wide, and she sat bolt upright suddenly, remembering the reason she?d made a point of coming to the Inn tonight instead of returning straight to her new rooms. ?I almost forgot!? she exclaimed, leaning down to rummage through her bag and retrieve the bundle of clothing she?d been carrying around since her visit to the market that morning. She threw it into Liv?s lap. ?Hope I got the right sizes, I was guessing.?
She felt her own smile widen at the look of delight on Liv?s face, almost knocked backwards off the couch by the force of her friend?s happy hug. ?Thank you, thank you!? the redhead squealed, releasing her quickly enough to inspect her new clothing with interest before hurrying away to the bathroom to change. Niamh could understand her eagerness; after more than three days in the same clothes, the prospect of wearing anything new, even if it was pink, was enough to make your heart thump a little faster in pure happiness.
Settling back against the cushions to wait patiently for her friends to return, her attention was caught by the entrance to the Inn of a woman she had seen on her first evening here in the city, accompanied by a man of similar age. They shared a mischievous look to their eyes, a certain relaxed attitude to their dress, and a general manner that suggested these were not lovers, but friends, perhaps even siblings.
Evidently the woman ? a fiery-haired buxom lass who would not have been out of place at home, Niamh thought to herself, if she were wearing jeans and not the medieval garb adorning her fulsome figure ? was well enough known here to be comfortable enough to waggle her fingers in a general salute to everyone within the Inn, her rich voice calling out an evening greeting to all and sundry.
When no one replied, Niamh found herself frowning a little. The pair?s entrance had been so lively, it had brought a smile to her face, at least, and it didn?t seem fair that no one should acknowledge them. What the hell, she thought to herself, making up her mind. It?s not like I have any kind of reputation to lose here, anyway. And she raised her hand to return the greeting with a cheery smile of her own.
To her everlasting surprise, the buxom redhead acknowledged her wave, and changed course, dragging her companion along with her. Sharp green eyes inspected Niamh in detail from beneath a mane of red hair as they approached, and Niamh clearly heard the woman say to her companion, with a gentle hip-check and an almost sinfully knowing smile, ?Aye ... plenty of nice bits to be met here.?
Well, I certainly dropped myself in it there, Niamh thought to herself, standing up to greet the pair as they came to a cheerfully swaying halt beside her. ?Evening, miss, sir,? she gave them her best smile, nodding to each in turn.
Then her big grey eyes returned to the man, blinking in startled interest. Tall he was, handsome in his own way, with cool blue eyes looking at the world as if he?d already seen the joke from under a mop of gold-flecked auburn curls. Something very deep inside Niamh?s mind pulled out her mental checklist as her smile grew sweetly flirtatious in answer to his saucy, winking grin and low, ?Evenin?.?
She didn?t see the fiery lass?s eyes slip between her face and that of the man to whom her gaze was glued, but she did hear the voice, rich and full, and touched with the lilt that made her think achingly of home.
?I don?t believe I?ve met ya? before, pretty miss,? she said, her voice throbbing with good humour enough to distract the dark-haired young woman from thoughts of the home she might not see again. ?Name?s Lilliana, and this is my rogue of a brother, Brishen.?
Hands were duly shaken, smiles exchanged, but Niamh?s mind clung to one small fact just revealed. This handsome rogue was Miss Lilli?s brother, not her lover, or a friend to whom she might be overly attached. A faint smirk flickered at the corners of Niamh?s mouth as she heard herself inviting the pair to join she and Liv that evening. If unattached ... Brishen Garridan was fair game.
Looking around with the wide-eyed fascination she was certain was never going to leave her, she made her way over to the comfortable couch, thumping down and flipping open one of the books, absent-minded skimming the pages. There was no way in hell she was going to learn all of this in a few days, she grinned to herself, and lifted her head, big grey eyes thoughtfully scanning the taproom, lingering, as she always did, on the fine examples of manhood decorating the nooks and crannies.
Yes, it was true. Niamh O?Donovan, while having the innocent grey eyes of an angel beneath her unruly mane of dark curls, was a terrible flirt. And she wasn?t averse to the flirting going further, either, much to her parents? dismay back at home, but she did have standards. She wouldn?t allow more than a kiss from just anyone, oh no. The man in question had to meet her private expectations first before a kiss would even be considered.
A familiar voice drew her out of her careful consideration of the groups standing around the taproom as the couch dipped beneath another body?s weight. ?What?re you reading??
Niamh smiled, pleased to see Liv sitting beside her. The redhead with the curiously coloured eyes had been the first friend made here in this strange place ? in fact, between them, they had managed to persuade another new friend to let them stay their first night in the city in his accommodations. She snapped the book shut, turning to smile cheerily at her friend.
?Nothing too riveting,? she assured her, stuffing all her new books into the main body of her rucksack. ?I got a job ? don?t ask me how. They gave me the books; apparently I have to know what I?m doing.?
She grinned, an infectious expression of mirth that Liv returned, despite the confusion in her multi-hued eyes. There was a pause, during which her redheaded friend looked around the taproom for herself, studying the many different people gathered there.
?Niamh ...? she said quietly, ?do you think I?m weird? This place sure is.? Her smooth American accent dropped a couple of notches with this last comment, as though she were ashamed to admit it.
Niamh?s head tilted in curious understanding. She knew exactly where Liv was coming from; after all, weird was the first word that sprang to mind when you realised you had somehow travelled from your normal, everyday world, to a world where a demon wolf could quite easily be found discussing the latest news over a cup of tea with an elf, where magic seemed prevalent, and where being ordinary seemed to make you extraordinary. But for a girl raised on stories of the Sidhe, the Tuatha de?Danann and all the fairy folk tales of Ireland, weird was not the word that remained to describe everything she was now seeing.
?I don?t think weird is the right word for any of this,? she murmured softly, glancing once more at the myriad of peoples and races gathered around them. ?Everyone here is so different, and it?s so amazing the way they all interact and get along for the most part. It?s like, for the first time, I?m not out of place just for being me. Does that make any sense??
She watched as Liv nodded slowly. ?Yeah,? she admitted quietly. ?But even that?s weird. Like, I only met you a couple of nights ago, and I already feel like we?re close. It?s nice, don?t get me wrong,? she added hurriedly, as though Niamh could take offence at the simple enough comment.
?I know what you mean,? Niamh grinned, patting her friend?s hand reassuringly. ?It?s kind of cool to have a friend in the middle of all of this.?
Liv nodded to her again, rubbing the back of her head as her finger and thumb picked at her top. ?I still need to get some new clothes,? she muttered. ?It?s nice to get a shower, but without the clean clothes, it kind of defeats the object, don?t you think??
Niamh?s eyes opened wide, and she sat bolt upright suddenly, remembering the reason she?d made a point of coming to the Inn tonight instead of returning straight to her new rooms. ?I almost forgot!? she exclaimed, leaning down to rummage through her bag and retrieve the bundle of clothing she?d been carrying around since her visit to the market that morning. She threw it into Liv?s lap. ?Hope I got the right sizes, I was guessing.?
She felt her own smile widen at the look of delight on Liv?s face, almost knocked backwards off the couch by the force of her friend?s happy hug. ?Thank you, thank you!? the redhead squealed, releasing her quickly enough to inspect her new clothing with interest before hurrying away to the bathroom to change. Niamh could understand her eagerness; after more than three days in the same clothes, the prospect of wearing anything new, even if it was pink, was enough to make your heart thump a little faster in pure happiness.
Settling back against the cushions to wait patiently for her friends to return, her attention was caught by the entrance to the Inn of a woman she had seen on her first evening here in the city, accompanied by a man of similar age. They shared a mischievous look to their eyes, a certain relaxed attitude to their dress, and a general manner that suggested these were not lovers, but friends, perhaps even siblings.
Evidently the woman ? a fiery-haired buxom lass who would not have been out of place at home, Niamh thought to herself, if she were wearing jeans and not the medieval garb adorning her fulsome figure ? was well enough known here to be comfortable enough to waggle her fingers in a general salute to everyone within the Inn, her rich voice calling out an evening greeting to all and sundry.
When no one replied, Niamh found herself frowning a little. The pair?s entrance had been so lively, it had brought a smile to her face, at least, and it didn?t seem fair that no one should acknowledge them. What the hell, she thought to herself, making up her mind. It?s not like I have any kind of reputation to lose here, anyway. And she raised her hand to return the greeting with a cheery smile of her own.
To her everlasting surprise, the buxom redhead acknowledged her wave, and changed course, dragging her companion along with her. Sharp green eyes inspected Niamh in detail from beneath a mane of red hair as they approached, and Niamh clearly heard the woman say to her companion, with a gentle hip-check and an almost sinfully knowing smile, ?Aye ... plenty of nice bits to be met here.?
Well, I certainly dropped myself in it there, Niamh thought to herself, standing up to greet the pair as they came to a cheerfully swaying halt beside her. ?Evening, miss, sir,? she gave them her best smile, nodding to each in turn.
Then her big grey eyes returned to the man, blinking in startled interest. Tall he was, handsome in his own way, with cool blue eyes looking at the world as if he?d already seen the joke from under a mop of gold-flecked auburn curls. Something very deep inside Niamh?s mind pulled out her mental checklist as her smile grew sweetly flirtatious in answer to his saucy, winking grin and low, ?Evenin?.?
She didn?t see the fiery lass?s eyes slip between her face and that of the man to whom her gaze was glued, but she did hear the voice, rich and full, and touched with the lilt that made her think achingly of home.
?I don?t believe I?ve met ya? before, pretty miss,? she said, her voice throbbing with good humour enough to distract the dark-haired young woman from thoughts of the home she might not see again. ?Name?s Lilliana, and this is my rogue of a brother, Brishen.?
Hands were duly shaken, smiles exchanged, but Niamh?s mind clung to one small fact just revealed. This handsome rogue was Miss Lilli?s brother, not her lover, or a friend to whom she might be overly attached. A faint smirk flickered at the corners of Niamh?s mouth as she heard herself inviting the pair to join she and Liv that evening. If unattached ... Brishen Garridan was fair game.