A small wish

As soon as her foot set a few steps into the tavern she could feel the warmth around her face. Het light blue eyes travelled along all the faces that she saw and she made her way towards the innkeeper who was minding his own business behind the bar. The man seemed to be rather busy so she hesitated a little before Syrena stepped further. And her rosy lips a soft smile could be seen. But before she even managed to speak to the man and perhaps even rent a room she got disturbed, or intruded. One way or another a boy started to talk to her. And from his lips came the strangest words she had ever heard. He called her a parrot. The lady possessed a colourful personality, but no one ever called her that. With a curious smile on her lips she had turned herself to the boy. Her eyes pinched down a little. But only so much that a little frown was placed on her face. I currently live somewhere else, and I am just travelling to Valyria for some personal business. Of course she would not give him the full information. After all. She knew nothing about him. But as he started to point out the colors on her dress and perhaps also her arms she leaned back a bit. Looking down at her dress were some splatters of paint could be seen. Vary from blue, emerald to a deep and darker red. It was almost as if they were place there on purpose. She laughs a bit as her light eyes found its way up to the boy. I am an artist, a painter. her slender fingers slide up and played a little with the small necklaces. I look like this all the time.

Totally forgetting about the man and the question she had for him Syrena stepped closer towards the boy. Her head still slight tilted and her fingers still around the gems. Seeing his movements made her wonder if he was on acid or if he was always acting as strangely like this. But perhaps she was too judgemental and was this a way of action around this place. Although that seemed rather odd to her. And as he placed the dead flower back on the bar her eyes trailed to the man behind the bar who raised his shoulders a little. Well, perhaps this would be an odd encounter. But at least he knew how to make her smile. Something other people always seemed to fail in. Phaato.. she repeated his name on her rosy lips and shows a smile towards him. Syrena, is my name sir. But before her sentence was even ended in her head he seemed distracted by anything outside. She frowned as the tension curve of the boy seemed to be rather ‘low’ this day. Wondering if he always was like his Syrena decided to follow him towards the window but kept a proper distance from now since he was doing the werid thing again. But as he started to mutter some things she could not help it but to step closer. Slowly her hand rise up but hesitated a little and she takes it back in an instant. Are you feeling well Phaato? What were those words you just spoke? Do you need anything? Even though she did not knew him he was definitely triggering her ‘caring’ senses.

That the boy seemed not out off this world was no question to Syrena anymore. Curiosity for him ran down her system and she could not help but to wonder what was going on in his clumsy mind. Perhaps a lot of things if you would have asked her. And inside her own weary mind she was already making sketches that could fit him. They were just little scribbles that she kept here and there for safekeeping. One could never know when you needed them.   She did not even worry about the room she had to rent for anymore. Right now. This. special being seemed to have take up her time. And perhaps it was wrong from her to bother herself so much with it. But he was actually the only one who seemed nice to her around these borders. And having a friend or and acquaintance never hunted anyone. right?

Phaato told her that he had to go outside once she had asked several questions towards him. But the tavern keeper did not seem to happy about that at all. He wanted him to pay for the food and the drinks and she could not blame him for that. The man was only doing his job for all that she could say from it. You have to pay with money Phaato. Her brows frowned a little once she had spoken. A little confused about this whole event going on. What if he was making up all of this? What if he was just a liar not going to pay for the costs he had made. Syrena crossed her arms and squeezed her eyes a little. Are you going to pay that man or not? It was not as if she was going to pay for the things he had bought. Not at all. I don't think it will be appreciated if you leave like that. Besides, you bought some things from him right?

Syrena wanted to know about this boy, he seemed to be so odd and it had woken some curiosity in her mind. She could think of a hundred scribbles and small sketches with only this encounter so there definitely was more about this boy. He walked back towards the place were he was drinking something and pointed out that he felt bad. She actually started to feel sorry for him. That is, in a healthy way a person could feel sorry for someone they did not knew but only by name. He seemed to gather some personal belongings and asked if it would be enough to pay. Slowly she shook her head and pointed her gaze on the bartender. Which started to get more and more irritated in the mean time. Syrena bites her lip softly and takes a step towards Phaato. I don’t think that will be enough to pay your debts Phaato, she told him with a little murmuring voice. She pulls her hand up and twists a light blonde lock of hair around her fingers and pushes it back behind her ear. but turns her gaze towards the bartender and grabs her coin purse. I will pay for what he has brought here, I am sorry for whatever troubles we made sir. In the mean time she pulled some coins out off the purse and handed them over to the man who only sighed a little and made his way towards the bar again to continue his duties. Syrena then pulled her focus back on Phaato and his strange behaviour. Whatever reasons the boy had to act like this there definitely would be an answer for it. Something she wanted to search for.

It was a ridiculous scene to see. The lady trying to calm down the already irritated Innkeeper. And the boy, Phaato. Who seemed even more odd than the paintings on the walls of her small estate. If it was not for all of this she would have rent a room by now and retire in her room. To lay on her bed, sketch some ideas or just watch the amazing view she would want to have from out off her window. But ever since she stepped into the bar everything had changed. And after paying for whatever the boy had cost she was now stuck with him. Not that she felt bad about that. She liked the company and his special personality. He seemed to be very dreamy, just like her. But also very kind and honest. At least he seemed to be honest to her when he thanked her. Which caused a subtle smile on her face and her eyes lit up a little. It was nothing, really. she bit her lip as her soft blue eyes gazed away from Phaato towards the Innkeeper who seemed to mind his own business again. Luckily for them. Because she did not want to know how this could have ended. Phaato seemed to continue his words and her interest was brought back to him. He offered her his bag to take something that was inside which made her create some distance between them. No no, I cannot accept that Phaato. she was able to speak out and raise her hands before her to deny his kind offer. It is very kind of you, but I cannot accept your offer. she stubles over her words again as she took another step back. Away from his offer and his way too kind gesture. but.. perhaps you could help me instead.. It was a better idea to let him 'pay' back his debt with something she needed to take care of herself. Instead of taking his belongings.