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Beibhinn spun into the tavern, singing to herself quietly, eyes closed. She laughed loudly, and somewhat obnoxiously, and squeeled, giving a fistpump. "I beat him!" she cried out, spinning wildly again...And straight into someone's table. She hit it with an 'oof' and sprawled out on it. "Heheh...Woops..."
Beibhinn sighed quietly and pulled herself into a standing position. "Sorry..." she mumbled, rubbing her stomach gingerly. "Accident," she repeated after Araluen before letting out another groan. That had hurt more than it should've...She blamed running into that pylon beforehand. "Y-yeah. Fine. Sorry," she mumbled again. Well, there went that good mood.
Beibhinn rubbed her stomach gingerly again and quietly slunk away from the two men. She hadn't made them the happiest, it seemed. The one seemed to be turning into a shark, maybe it was time for this girl to fly away...She began to inch away, hopefully to another, less dangerous, table.
Beibhinn laughed nervously and shook her head. "No, no. Don't apologize, it was my fault!" she began to ramble. "Silly me. Not paying attention. Heh," she gave herself a fake conk on the head and turned to all but flee elsewhere, but was paused by another quesion. "Nothing wrong, sir. Sorry if I disturbed you," she replied, still with a nervous smile, rubbing her stomach.
Beibhinn let out a breath of relief and smiled. "I think so. Just a bit sore from my last race, nothing big," she explained. She'd probably have a large bruise in the morning, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. "And it wasn't really fly. More like spin. If I had flown, it'd would've been harder!" she stated, giggling slightly at her own joke.
Beibhinn tilted her head. "Pirate? I don't think that's any less dangerous than racing, right?" she questioned curiously before smiling widely and giggling again. "Besides, I love racing! It gives me a rush, y'know?"
Beibhinn smiled. "Life without danger would be no fun!" she responded, happy with her answer. "I'm Beibhinn, who're you?" she questioned curiously. One arm was still gingerly massaging her stomach, but she seemed to have forgotten any pain she had had before.
Beibhinn 's face scrunched up as she considered the offer...She smiled and nodded. "Sure! How about...Seawater?" she asked for happily, eye brightening up a bit. She usually only got to eat and drink the free stuff at the racing meets. She didn't actually get much money for her efforts...
Beibhinn sat down opposite Achstrom and sipped at her drink with a large smile still plastered on her face. She kicked her legs a bit and looked back, warily, at the table of people she had crashed into. They didn't seem angry anymore and she let out a sigh of relief.
Beibhinn shrugged as she took another sip. "Nothing. I don't have anything else," she mumbled quietly, frowning a bit. "What about you? What do you do?" she questioned, her smile returning full force. She was still watching the other table, but only out of the corner of her eye.
Beibhinn nodded slightly. "Yessir. Sorry," she mumbled back quietly. She berated herself internally and returned to her drink, downing the rest quickly. "Sorry about that, Mr. Wavebreaker," she apologized, bowing her head a bit. She flapped a wing for a moment and then sighed, staring in the direct opposite direction of the other table...Which just so happened to be a wall.
Beibhinn turned back and nodded with a slight smile. "I'm not upset. Sorry," she replied quietly before smiling wider at Achstrom. "I know. I just get weird sometimes, y'know?" she remarked, her pupil-less eyes lighting up a bit. "Thank you for the drink," she stated with a smile, moving to stand. It would be rude to overstay her welcome, and she didn't want to end up owing anyone anything. She had already learned to live this way...
Beibhinn 's face went still for a moment, the smile slipping. "I guess...You're right," she responded finally, a softer smile lighting up her face. Great...Now she didn't want to go..."I'm...really thankful. I'm glad I met you," she stated happily before turning and taking the first step away...It was harder than she thought.
Beibhinn felt her smile drop as she walked out of the tavern. She looked back up at the sign and quickly memorized it. "Maybe I'll come back again," she mumbled quietly, smiling again at the thought. She began to walk back towards the racer's hub, unaware of the dark shadow that was following.
Beibhinn quietly glided in front before suddenly turning to look back, head tilted. She felt eyes on her...but she didn't notice Achstrom. No, her eyes widened as a large Kuo-toa emerged and began to walk towards her. She shrieked loudly, a loud noise that would pierce a ways out, and began to backpedal. The Kuo-toa moved and quickly slammed a hand over her mouth. "None of that, white lady..." it instructed in a deep voice, using it's other hand to grab one of her arms.
Beibhinn heard the cry and her captor's face in it's distraction, squirming from it's grip enough to let out another loud shriek and kick out at it. The Kuo-toa let out a hiss as it was scratched and moved Beibhinn in between itself and Achstrom. "This is none of your business. Leave," it instructed, it's hand now back in place over her mouth.
Beibhinn began to struggle violently again, clawing at the hand at her mouth. The Kuo-toa kicked the back of her knee and she fell with a muffled cry, the hand on her arm all that kept her from falling. "You will not. And I will not," it replied, backing up slowly. "You'll let me leave and you won't have to see her hurt." It smirked deviously and continued backing up, not noting the other two, yet.
Beibhinn fell as the grip on her loosen from the impact to the Kuo-tao's head. She scrambled up and out of the way quickly, not stopping until she was well behind Achstrom. "You-!" it cried out, missing in his grab for her as she ran. "Dammit!" It turned to Araluen, breaking the grip on it's wrists, but leaving it's back wide open. It seemed this creature wasn't the smartest...
Beibhinn breathed heavily for a moment, watching the Kuo-toa go limp on the end of the spear and fall forward. It was a lucky shot, straight through a vital organ. It then froze and she let out a sigh of relief, hugging herself tightly. She wondered vaguely if such a quick victory would sate Achstrom...She had seen the look in his eyes. "I...I'm alright," she responded quietly to Araluen, tightening the self-hug.
Beibhinn blinked as Achstrom approached and nodded slightly, closing her eyes to block out the image of blood. "Yeah. I'm okay," she responded with a forced smile, opening her eyes again just in time to see Araluen slip into the water. She hugged herself again. "Thanks..."
Beibhinn smiled at him and shook her head slightly. "How do you know the right thing wasn't letting him take me? He might have had a good reason," she stated quietly, looking over at the corpse. "You don't know the reasonings, yes?"
Beibhinn titled her head and nodded. "Okay. Thank you, still," she replied, smiling again. "I don't think his reasons are good, anyways." She nodded emphatically and smiled. "That's good, then. If I ever get in trouble with good people, I'll know who to turn to!" she joked with a slight laugh.
Beibhinn slowly flew in circles through the air, eyes closed. She hadn't done so well in the races today, but that was to be expected, she decided. What goes up, must come down, they say. And yesterday had been pretty 'up' in the racing side of things. She smiled and opened her eyes. Speaking of...Time to land. She glided down slowly to the ground and massaged her stomach delicately. Okay, the injury might've had something to do with loss, too. Oh, well. She began to walk to her new favorite bar lazily.
Beibhinn blinked as she noticed some people outside of the bar and in the water. Familiar, yes? One of them looked up and she smiled as she recognized Achstrom. "Hiya, Mr. Wavebreaker!" she greeted with a wave, quickening her pace the slightest bit.
Beibhinn smiled widely and gave a small curtsy as best she could. "I'm okay. A bit sore and not a winner, but I'm happy!" she stated with an emphatic nod. "How about you?" she questioned, honestly curious.
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