─── ˙ ˖ ❖ ❜᭡ sea songs & crimson calamities ( rp starter for @waters-bane )
with the sun on the verge of setting and the chitter chatter of elves accompanied by other beings dying down — the maia decides it is time to lay low. after another - unnecessary, as he would say - mission in the mundane world, vanimóre decides to treat himself. hopefully the tavern had even a sliver of the delights served back in valinor, but he had his doubts.
as he sat at the wooden counter, aimlessly listening to the conversations around him, he lays his head in the palm of his hand with his elbow propped up against the wood. his disguise was simple, hiding away his signature eye patch in exchange for two eyes — and a younger, somewhat friendly looking complexion. yet still clad in red, but of course.
whilst awaiting his order he drums his dark nails against the counter and sweeps his gaze over the humble establishment. creatures from far and wide filled his vision. elves that made his nose curl, dwarves simply minding their own business, a human here or there. nothing out of the ordinary — until.
his eyes land on a mop of what appears to be dark hair. in the corner, hung and soaking. vanimóre blinks once or twice, doing a once over around this figure to see if anyone else was just as confused as he. when he sees none, his bewilderment spirals further.
'what the hell is that? an overgrown rat?' he eyes closer. 'is that. . . noodles? what kind of maniac would eat whilst soaking wet?'
