|sorry for the delay; y'day was a hectic one for me w work and family ties; today won't be much better, w Super Bowl debauchery, but I will be up and running momentarily... |
The dark woman sat in silence, not quite lost in her musings. When the shadowed man returned her gaze, and, seemingly, her interest, Nava found herself drawn up short. While she had made no effort to hide her observation, she had not truly expected to be seen herself. Now, however, she found herself unwittingly the focus of a man of uncertain intentions. She endured his return gaze in stoic silence, but her heart raced. As contingencies and reactions begin to flash through her mind, she is further caught off guard by... a wink
? And a swirling rush of shadowstuff...? Nava's thin lips part slightly in amazement. While she is no stranger to the game of men and women, nor to the dark world of the shadow, never has she seen anyone bend the shadow to their will with such nonchalance. The momentary interaction, even across the room, is very much a novel experience.
With the object of her attention gone so suddenly, Nava finds herself falling back on her own instincts. She occasionally turns to check on the door, as always suspecting the unexpected, and keeps her eyes open for any new threats. Her diligence is rewarded, unexpectedly, when she finds the shadowed man's tablemate suddenly before her, full of fury and much too close for comfort. While she is caught at a loss at the man's accusations - ... he thinks I made his friend vanish?
- instincts born of sheer necessity nevertheless kick into action. A sheath of shadowy gloom comes into form around her hand, as her body tenses for conflict, and, at their very feet, unseen by all, another pool of shadow masses beneath the table. A fight that may have ended in great tragedy is forestalled when another new arrival at the tavern seemingly misinterprets the hulking man's threats.
Given time to breathe, and think, by the unlikely intervention, Nava lets cooler heads prevail. With just a sidelong glance for her unwitting savior, Nava addresses the angry man.
"Master Joachim, please be assured that I had naught to do with your friend's... with Garak's, departure. As a newcomer to this beleaguered town, I may have let my curiosity drive me to impolite observation of you two from afar, but I did not act against you, by Art or by will. In fact, Garak seemed to almost... Well, he seemed to indicate farewell. He... he winked at me..."
Nava pauses, all too aware at how ridiculous her claim might sound, before hastiliy completing her defense.
"Be that as it may, I am quite certain you will find Master Garak quite hale, when next you meet. And, by way of returning your over-zealous, if misguided, 'introduction', my name is... Nava, please, call me Nava."
The pause is not insignificant, for all its brevity, but the look of determination on her face is unmistakeable. The name 'Nava' is of importance, even if that importance is not quite certain at the moment. Nava nods her head towards Hadal as well, to include him in her greeting.