WayfaringWaaksian
To Anywhere but There
Nancy Noi
The moment the door was opened for them, Nancy was hit in the face with every sort of novelty. The scent of cooked food was so overbearing that all other scents were minimized, so he was forced to use his eyes and ears. It felt like stepping into a small cathedral, every surface and corner pristine, the ceiling above alive with painted depictions of winding trees, patterned flowers, and dotted throughout with the titular dove. And of course, chandeliers. It wasn't noble-worthy if it wasn't absolutely hung with chandeliers.
"This is," -- not at ALL where I should be-- "really nice." Though saying that felt like quite the understatement, were words even needed? It spoke for itself quite well, this establishment. He didn't even have to look at the patrons to know that he was outclassed by miles, but his eyes couldn't really escape them.
That's SO many jewels on one sleeve... and they really just carry crowns with them? That's not just in the paintings?
His nerves were frayed, being surrounded by all these exuberantly dressed folk, but glancing back down at Demi forced him to relax a bit. If she had the money to spend here, then she belonged. And if she was inviting him, that extended to him too, right? Stepping in with her flight gear with nary a hint of hesitation told him that she'd done this many times before.
Okay. Nothing to worry about. They'll probably just pretend we're not even here-- The moment their butts touched the seats, they had a small audience. Ah, just his rotten luck.
Too Much Money, Too Much Time
Had they been given enough time for the waiters to bring them drinks, Nancy would have done a spit-take at what his ears were just affronted by.
Unsanitary?!?
It wasn't the first time Nancy had been presumed to be some walking petri dish of water-borne ailments. But the boldness? The audacity to leave it right out in the open? Most had the good sense to be subtle about their bigotry, so he could only presume this pair of nobles have never experienced a well-deserved slap in the face.
But it wasn't even directed at him. He was just the ugly accessory being used to degrade Demi, who they actually acknowledged as some semblance of an equal. They spoke as if he were some muddy, shedding dog dripping grimy fur all over the polished floor, and Demi was the unseemly child bringing it inside.
"The Asella name"? So she's noble too?
It made sense, not just her being able to afford to eat here, but the fact that she was being spoken to at all. Fellow nobles were competition, biting back in battles of words and needlessly expensive flair.
And damn, did Demi bite back. Simply being addressed as the working class was enough to offend them so deeply? Goodness, what thin skin.
Wait... they're not even bringing up the potion mishap?
No, apparently he was just some icky, stinky fishman, impeding in the space of these good blessed folk and shattering the illusion that icky, stinky fishmen couldn't up and walk out of water to ruin their day.
No. Of course they wouldn't know! What was I even worried about?
What was that aristocrat going to do? Tell all the other nobles about his embarrassing fire-farting, and that a stinky fishman had caused it? That would be social suicide! Sure, it got Nancy blacklisted from the other guilds, but it had to have been because of a guild-wide decision to prevent any more noble disgraces, not due to the nobleman himself making some demand.
I'm sure she's still mad at me, Nancy thought, remembering with a pang how his sister had walked out of that spectacle in a huff. But she'll be more mad at me if I didn't bite back too.
"Um... I'm... not ready yet. Sorry," was spoken in a meek, small voice, Nancy keeping his head ducked behind his propped menu. Then, perking up to give them a far too affable smile, added in a matching tone, "I'll just have a glass of water for now. That should keep it simple for you, yes?"
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