Dove
she/herinteracting with: none, open (with tea party room)
It didn't take long for the dangerous sharp objects to be disposed, carefully stashed away in bags to be dumped far away from the inn at a later date. It hardly took any effort - Dove supposed that it was one benefit of being in this form, never having to worry about stamina.
Instinctively, she drifted back into the tea room, looking over the very large number of guests that had now made their way inside the not very large space. Lady Sundae was there - with the Skydancer that had dropped the cup, the Snapper accompanying him into the inn, and a Bogsneak she hadn't noticed prior to this. And - oh dear lords, an Imperial, almost taking up the entire room himself. He was large, larger than even the already perceived giant image of Imperials in the Fae's brain.
Fortunately, the situation was... under control. The messes on the floor were gone, and no one was looking murderous or skittish - not anymore, at least. Still, she wasn't entirely used to this - sure, handling the inn during busy hours was not new, but there's never been such an influx of guests checking in without the same amount checking out, and the fact that so many of them were in one place at once. Still, she was Lady Sundae's assistant, so there was no backing out now.
Dove made her way to one of the armchairs near where the innkeeper was, perching on its back and letting her watchful, invisible gaze scan the room. At least the kind old Snapper's presence made her feel a little more grounded and safe. And the armchair was comfortable, even if she wasn't sitting on it, nor had even a quarter of her sense of touch remaining after death (the sliver that remained appreciated the soft perch though).
     
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my name is essence, your local gay unicorn!
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