She signaled for the bartender to bring her another drink, hopefully with less melted ice this time. Hopefully that would cool her just a little bit at the very least. Even the nights were hot here though the amount of stars in the sky out in the desert was brilliant.
The door swung open, and Octavia squinted her eyes, instinctively leaning away from the sun that burst through the door, but the corner of her mouth twitched up into a smile as the man dropped down into the chair next to her.
She pushed her hood back, revealing a full head of pale white-blonde hair, quite out of character for the desert dwellers that they’d found themselves among recently. “Is that better?” She turned to him, raising an eyebrow with her blue eyes filled with amusement even at the terrible nickname that he’d given her. Fitz got a pass though, he always got a pass, even when she wasn’t so inclined to give one to anyone else, and she didn’t exactly know why.
Octavia felt the bartender’s eyes lingering on her elongated, pointed ears as he set down her fresh drink.
“You know the sunlight and I are not friends, Fitz…” Her eyes flicked around the room as she brought a hand up to the point of one of her ears. “And the humans around here don’t seem to be used to Pallid elves such as myself. They stare a little too much for my taste.”
She shrugged her shoulders. To be fair, elves often stood out wherever they went, Pallid elves? Even moreso. The Moonweaver’s followers kept themselves hidden away, choosing not to venture out into society. Even at her age, she was still young for an elf, and for a human? Well, close in age to Fitz, but she knew she had about two hundred and sixty years on him…give or take.
Either way she nudged him affectionately with her shoulder, signaling for the bartender to bring him a drink too. “I wasn’t sure you’d come, or if you’d decided to travel back to cooler climates.” She reached into the bag that she’d been keeping at her side and slid a piece of paper across to him.
“The job will be lucrative though, I’m quite sure that even with the payment, if we make the recovery the client will owe us a favor.” She took a swig of her drink, a cold ale, no ice, but it was surprisingly cold, and she was grateful for that. “So, you up for venturing into the desert again?” To be fair, she couldn’t blame him if he wasn’t. She wasn’t quite sure if she was ready to go back out to the desert with the heat and…the mummies they’d run across last time.