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Post Mission Party At The Bar

Its time to unwind, relax and receive news of home. A pod pop occurred while some were on a mission and it's time to meet up with new friends, drink well with old, and relax.The Drunken Dragon has opened its doors and stands ready and willing to assist in forgetting the trials those on the mission experienced.

OOC: If you want a specific barmaid, just put their name in the subject. Otherwise, enjoy, intermingle and do as you like.

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The other story, no less heart wrenching, still had its own glimmer of hope in it, one that she understood more than most. Of course it was sad: star crossed lovers who would never meet again, no one dying like Romeo and Juliet, but one living for years, asleep and then awaking to the doomed reality of not having the one loved most by their side? It was heart wrenching, and it was something she co0uld feel the pain of herself. For a moment she thought of poor Aang, stuck in a sort of sleep, awaiting the day that Katara would be brought back to him. She recalled the pain she inadvertently caused him, her love of Matt a dagger in his heart.

And she remembered her own torch. She could tell herself it was Katara's feelings all she wanted: for a long time, they had sustained her, with every passing of a person to pod, with every hardship she had to deal with. And it was something only she understood, something she could experience by herself. To some, it might have felt like a release, knowing she had never been Katara anyway, that the true Katara was here and all was right. The truth was, with all the pain it had caused her, it had been a blossoming of something true and good in her, the existence of love carried for a long, long time for Aang even if he had not been the one.

It was a heady feeling, one she thought of now and again and was ether filled with a quiet emptiness or a longing for the feeling of tenderness and love to come back again. But that was in due time.

And this story, she could feel the love between those two, the loneliness of knowing one was released while the other was not, the years you would live without being able to touch that person you loved. A log time wanting, unfulfilled. But that love, it existed, it was real, and made you a part of this world more deeply than anyone would ever know.

Without thinking, she had laid a finger on Nokosi's quivering lips, and though her eyes brimmed with tears, she was smiling.

"Yes. I don't have the years of longing there, or the experience, but I understand. Love is a double edged sword. If there was anyone on the ship who gets that, it is me. It's beautiful...and sad."

"Ah yes," he said, placing his hand over her own near his mouth and moving it up to his cheek. Being touched or caressed on the face was probably the most comforting thing he could think of. Ellistree had spoiled him in those regards.

"He asked to be alone with his grief, and though I am one to usually 'not catch the hint', as it were, I could do nothing but oblige." Nokosi closed his eyes and nuzzled his cheek into her open palm. "I have not met too many spirits that are so very forthright with their stories, but I am grateful for those they have given. It is as you said: they have much to offer through their experiences."

The hairs on the back of Kaya's neck stood up, but she tried to look casual about this touch anyway, smiling over at Nokosi. This was probably another way he showed affection, so she knew not getting overly excited about it was probably for the best.

Even if she did like it.

"There are some experiences, as bittersweet as they are, that have to be known," Kaya said. ":Love, to me, has always been something very powerful, and it isn't always nice and forgiving and sappy like people might think. Sometimes you have to fight with everything in your power to keep it, and in the end it might even hurt. But that she stayed a ghost that long, and he came back to her, is proof that even death can't part those feelings."

And she brought her pointer and thumb to smooth over his cheek.

"So I have been told by some. 'The pain of heartbreak is worth having', I was told. 'Once you have hit the absolute bottom of emotional pain, you then have something to gauge all other pain by, and you realize that really, everything else is not so bad in comparison.'"

He laughed suddenly and shook his head gently. "I will admit that those who frequent the taverns and bars are not known for their wisdom, but there is just a bit more to the 'local drunks' than tall tales and visions of grandeur. I will admit I do like the tall tales the best, though."

The corner of Nokosi's lips rose in a smile at her simple caress. Ah, it felt nice and brought back a slew of memories that he was only too happy to have popping up in his mind.

He brushed his fingers back and forth over her smaller digits, encouraging her to repeat the action.

"I think that people who go to bas for that reason do it because they're looking for a balm, for a time," Kaya said. "It's never easy to lose people you care about, and on that level, he lost a lot. Human beings, well, anyone who loves really, they need to find a way to escape that pain a little. Tall tales are nice and all, but they are a little easier to tell."

Kaya blushed a little, but brought her hands to his cheek again, smiling. "You;re a very tactile person, Nokosi."

"Oh yes, but that is the point. I like them because truth in Azeroth is generally far stranger than fiction. There is no real need to tell such tales, but those of bravado, heroic saves and stalwart saviors tend to be highly amusing." The Dwarf, Orc and Gnome who claimed to save Desolace from Deathwing sprang to mind.

"That and I find laughter to be a most delectable sound, even more so than the noises humanoids make that are commonly known as 'pleasurable'." The pitch, the depth, the feeling that could be conveyed in such a simple action! It was wonderful, really.

Nokosi placed both of his hands over hers and focused his gaze on her before returning the smile. "Thank you. Out of every sense, I am most partial to touch. It is the one thing that I could not live without; there is much one can tell with a single stroke. It is also the one thing I found myself constantly denied when I decided to see more of the cities and societies of Azeroth. 'Personal space' is an idea that was foreign to me at the time."

Truth be told, it kind of still was.

"I think I know what you mean. There are taverns where I'm from, and although I didn't frequent them often (I was younger at the time) there were still other ways of earing tall tales. Even as a little girl I was fascinated about picking up and leaving to go see the world with all of the things I would hear. They were just a far off dream then, but that's definitely changed now."

She decided it was be best to her not to react to the aforementioned topic of pleasurable sounds and focus more on what he was saying about laughter "For some people in some places, laughter is definitely hard to come by. I really envy how you see things sometimes Nokosi It's as if people always seem to grab your attention and are an endless source of amusement for you."

She smiled. "Yes, I noticed. And for me, well, I crave human contact more than I thought. I didn't used to: in fact, I was pretty much by myself back home until I met the GAang. Now, with the idea that at any given moment Stacy could go and take someone away, I like to know people are there, still with me."

"I am no one to envy," he said. He was being neither self-depreciating or humble; just truthful. "It is not something that is seen as a positive trait for most. It is a sign of immaturity, insensitivity and the inability to take things in a serious manner."

Nokosi simply laughed and shook his head slightly. "Of course, that would really be up for debate, in my opinion."

His eyes slid closed as he focused on the sound of her voice and the feeling of her hands against his face. As much as he was enjoying it, he really needed to let her get back to her nursing studies. Soon enough.

"It is the exact reason why I became so dependent on it; that was my only window to the world when I was younger and I constantly liked to be reassured that my parents were there, as my hearing was nearly as bad as my sight back then. Speaking of."

His head tilted to the side slightly as he spoke, covering one of her hands in violet hair. "You must tell me of your childhood before you met with the Avatar and the others. I would be most interested to hear of such."

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