#double shots

Neutral cities often found members of opposing factions glaring at each other with barely contained contempt, as if their stares alone could stab the other through the heart. The air vibrated with tension and left a bad taste in the mercenary's mouth. Still, it was one of the few "above board" ways Gin could keep in touch with some of her contacts without the use of illusionary magic.

She'd only met this one the once, but it would seem that she'd left an impression on him. Enough that she had received what could only be described as a summons from him, which she had debated on simply ignoring. Curiosity had won out in the end, finding her leaning against a wall near an open-air market, the scent of spices and baked goods permeating the air.

Lack of Sleep Starters!

(Accepting!)

It was late. Or...early? Time tended to blur together when you kept yourself awake either due to natural insomnia or stimulant induced insomnia. Or both. The downside of your body needing sleep, however, was that it became less coordinated the longer it stayed up.

(Such a frail Vessel...)

Which is why Gin found herself rubbing her nose after running into the support beam in her kitchen. "No, 's fine. Fine. See? No external injuries!" The bags under eyes were more pronounced than usual, hands clutched around an empty mug of what was once coffee.

The kettle was beginning to boil, starting with a low whistle and quickly becoming higher in pitch as the water reached its correct temperature. Gin had brought the other woman in from the barn to patch herself up and keep her from whoever had been pursuing her, and in true Gilnean fashion...started making tea.

Surwich was quiet and of the way, exactly the reason why Gin had chosen to make her home there after the fall.  Portal travel was faster, but the panicking boy from another world now sitting at her kitchen table clearly needed a break from magic.  Not that riding a large, flying, two-headed creature was much more calming, but it was the lesser of the two evils.

“ ‘Ere y’are, mate,” the mug made a soft clink as Gin set it in front of Robin, balancing one toddler on her hip as the other and a wolf stared intently at the stranger.  “ ‘S jus’ tea, bu’ it should ‘elp yer nerves a bit.  ‘Scuse me while ah make a call, yeah?  Leave ‘im be, Grim.”

Gin stepped towards the stairs, keeping them in her sights as she spoke into the black communicator.  Jon stared at the stranger with his bright green eyes for a few moments longer before stepping forward and offering him the rock that was in his hand.  “Foun’ a pwetty wock ousside...issa pwesnt fo’ you.”

Gin came back a few moments later, smirking at the sight as Rose kept her head on her shoulder, staring at Robin shyly.  “Tha’ wus m’mate Aren...said ‘e’d be over soon.”  Rose’s eyes lit up at the mention of Aren, lifting her head slightly.  “Feel like ah should give ya a fair warnin’, though.  Um...Aren ‘s...no’ ‘uman.  ‘Member tha’ priestess with th’orns when y’firs’ woke up?  Aren’s th’same race - Draenei.”

Gin sat down across from Robin, setting the toddler on her lap.  “Y’alrigh’?”

“And you know I’d love it too.”

“There’s always going to be fighting lass, that’s just the way of things. Somebody has something ya want, ya gunna have to fight for it.”

“Ah ‘ad one bloody week left o’bein’ Greymane’s lackey again,” she hissed, ignoring his comment.  “Then ah’d be able t’go ‘ome an’ watch m’kids grow up an’ go back t’choosin’ which figh’s ah wanna be in.”