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She waited patiently, giving a little applause as she saw the tea brought to her. "Aaah, wonderful~ Thank you, erm.." She wasn't sure of the name, motioning to Merith. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, at least not recently."

"Merith, I'm one of the bartenders here at trixes." She glanced round the room out of boredom

"You seem bored?" She asked, noticing that expression. "I'm Flyta, Teacher of magic. For those with the ability to cast spells."

"mhm, it gets slow here from time to time., magic hmm? I think you'd like a few of our regulars here" she made a vauge wave of her hand to the near empty bar "most ain't here right now, but there's two that I know of that's here"

"I'd be happy to meet them sometime.. however for now, tea time." She giggled softly and blew on the surface of the drink, gently taking a slow sip.

"So I see.. I don't mind a slow night. It's.. good to ease oneself into things, no?"

She shrugged "the kid over there by the fire they call Onyx, and his mother Thyra. Then there's her husband Dreal and his brother Mathias who's my boss. They are magic users I think" she idly start to clean glasses that don't need cleaning "slow nights are very boring, but if that's what you like hon, then good on you"

"Life is full of events. Sometimes it's nice to have a moment of respite." She said with a sagely nod.

"how about you? You know any magic? Or perhaps some other skill?.. aside from making good tea of course!" She chuckled and took another sip.. huff... Sip... Huff

She shook her head "life is boring" then she raised an eyebrow "me? Magic? Hon you assume too much. I'm simply a bartender who enjoy gardening and cooking"

He grumbles "weaving is different than magic, magic has limits weaving doesn't"

"I can do magic, in a way. But where I'm from, it's called Arts. And Arts are a dangerous game to play with."

Now Grumbling about others being loud, he started to wave one hand around, strings of light start to trace along in the air, he weaved together air and fire and spirit and the weave shrunk around him, making a dome of silence

She tapped her foot and weaved earth and air to bore through her sons weave and unravel it "and what have I told you about using Saidin too freely??"

"Have I arrived at a bad time?"

"oh not at all, just my son uses his weaving too freely" she gestures to her son

"not at all hon, welcome to Trixie's, what can I get ya?"

"Does this place have a soda fountain? A gal like me could certainly use a refreshing soda from the soda fountain. Yes, that is what I am here for."

She tilted her head thinking "I'm not sure...but we have chilled Italian sodas if that'll work for you hon"

"That will certainly work for a completely normal human woman like myself."

She reached under the bar and pulled up an ice cold bottle of the aforementioned soda, placed the cap against the edge of the counter and smacked the top of it with her hand, making the cap pop off. Then slid the bottle to Mrs. Mason "there ya go hon"

Mrs Mason hands Merith a 1950s silver dollar coin, and then takes the bottle of soda. Raising the bottle to her lips, she chugs the entire thing, emptying it in about a minute. "Ah, that hit the spot. Thank you dear, I'll be sure to stop by here again." She turns and leaves the bar, smiling warmly as she does so."