DW wanders in.

[Tink]

She felt quite comfy here, what a nice place. A deep breath told her that food was cooking somewhere near. "Anybody know where I can get a drink? Brussel sprouts?" the gleam in her eye said that she was, without a doubt, quite mad.

[Shadoweaver]

"A drink, yes...brussel sprouts, no." Shadoweaver wrinkled her nose at the thought. Brussel sprouts? Eeewww. She wiped off the counter and tilted her head. "What drink can I get you? Lemonade seems popular these days..."

It was nice in the Inn. At least, nice to her--much cooler than otuside, but not so cold that she felt compelled to bundle up. The regulars had stopped asking her to turn up the air conditioning after catching her shivering violently the last time.

[Tink]

"Hmmm... No... Yes... Sure, why not? aybe lemons are teh secret to success against the pastries.... Yes, a good bomb shelter from them here, could sue the basement to hide, what's the foundation made of?" the black peg nodded her head and twitched her ears. her eyes didn't rest in one place for more than a few moments.
Scratching herself on the neck she turned her eyes to the door, ever cautious against attack by the rabid lederhosen.

[Becka *Pone*]

Fie Lian hid in the shadows in the stairs and waited. He had heard of this mare and her aversion to pastries. He smiled as a pastry appeared in his upturned hoof. It was only a vision, not real in the least, but she would undoubtably have a large purple cow if she saw it flying towards her. Gods, Lian loved practical jokes.

He sent the vision-pastry flying and then came running down the stairs after it, screaming. "OH MY ME! RABID FLYING PASTRIES! GET THE LEMONS!"

[Tink]

DW stared. "Under the bar!" she cried and dove behind it, peeking at the pastry suspiciously. "Darn you, wrecthed patrie, you followed eh?" But no longer! I shall vanquish you foe!" DW dove at the pastrie.

[Becka *Pone*]

The pastry disappeared into thin air as DW dove for it, and Lian was laughing so hard he tripped over a chair, got his antlers stuck in another, turned it upside down and went down onto the floor himself, still laughing. The god rolled around a bit, the chair hitting the ground everytime he turned and his wings spread out around him.

Wiping tears from his eyes he finally stood up and unlocked the chair from his antlers. "Oh my me was that hilarious." He continued to chuckle as he walked up and sat at the bar. "Water please Shadoweaver."

[Shadoweaver]

Shadoweaver's blue flecked, silver eyes blinked. Several times. "I do hope you're going to right those chairs," the flutter said to the god as she fetched both water and lemonade....and subtly moved all things resembling pastries out of sight.

She knew very well what Fei Lan was. But Shadoweaver had grown up around Tyr knowing full well what he was as well, and while she tread carefully with the gods, there was no special awe or revence in her. As far as she was concerned they were in the same category as Aedeminar--powerful and more than a little crazy.

The crazy part she could identify with.

[Tink]

DW reacted in the way of a desperate mad person, which she was, more often than not. "You believe me! You saw it!" she gave Fie Lian a hug that would have knocked many ponies right of their chairs. "Finally, someone sane!"

[Becka *Pone*]

(OOC: I'm gonna finish playing him here and get him to the beach where Moony is for the taking. Unless, of course, DW wants to be a mage )

"Don't worry Short-timer, I will fix the chairs," Lian shook his hoof as if swatting away a fly.

Lian laughed again as DW hugged him and pronounced him sane. "I did indeed see that rabid, lederhosen wearing pastry! Its a good thing this young lass had lemons around just for such an occassion," he smiled up at Shadoweaver. "And now, if you will please excuse me, I do belive I have some chairs that need righting and I really must get out into this beautiful sunny day!"

(OOC: exit to the beach, unless you have anything else )

[Shadoweaver]

"I really, really like Tyr," Shadoweaver said after staring at the odd looking god a moment longer. "Not to say that he isn't odd, but next to that one....."

[Tink]

((Nope, though DW will occasionally show up because that's what she does. if he didn't she wouldn't be mad. I don't think DW'd do to wlel as a mage, lol, can you just see it? "Attack!" "die pastries!" *charges in wrong direction or whatever mages do yanno*))

"Of course, pleased to. I'll keep an eye out sirs!" DW paused faintly, one of the ruins stirring somewhere, though the outward scar didn't show it, "Parz says you are a powerful old one, yes, important too." and with that she looked at Shadoweaver expactantly "Didn't I order some asparagus?"

[Shadoweaver]

"Nnnoooo...." Shadoweaver said as she nudged the glass of lemanade she HAD ordered over. "Only veggies I have about right now are those typically in salads..."

[Delta]

(Need to bring him in somewhere... *huggles ken* I love him! I love mah hot stallion! eeee *rampage*)

Ken'aku stepped into the inn and flicked his hair out of his face. He stepped out of the sunlight and strode over to the bar.

"I'll have just a glass of cool water..." He muttered. He eyed Shadoweaver.

[Shadoweaver]

Shadoweaver glanced at the newcomer, praying that he was sane. "Sure," she said, pulling one of several she usually had stuck in the fridge and putting it down on the counter. "There ya go,"

[Delta]

Ken took the water and drank it, straight away, so that it was all drained out of the glass. He set it down and asked softly for another one.

He looked over at DW, who was looking very strange...
"Is she sane...?" He whispered to Shadoweaver. You could never be too careful about who you meet.