Seamless Interactions

It was that one day she dared to leave the site of Starlight Academy. The city of Manta Carlos, it had a similar appeal to it's older relatives. Towering buildings, long isles of road filled with motorised vehicles of all sorts, litters of humanoids and others crawled themselves around from place to place.

Savannah usually avoided the modern city for a number of reasons, the lifestyle in a city very much differs to one who lived in the countryside. In the kitsune's case it was because of the different eras. She clearly remembered a time when great walls were erected to safe guard a town, the people would travel by horse and cart and there wasn't ever a high end store that would serve their customers food on a plate. How times have changed.

She wasn't sure on what she was looking for. Probably something she can relate to, like an inn. It was a little strange to be able freely walk around without worry of scare and panic, somehow she found it less exciting not having to hide herself. There was no mystery anymore, everyone was a little different in very drastic ways here.

After what seemed to be an hour, Savannah had stopped in front of a bar named "The Hard Stag". It was quite the norm for a bar name, she was also thirsty so it worked out in her favour. The doors of the bar were pushed open, she threw glances around the moment she set her foot in. For a second she had imagined what it would have been like many years ago, a period of nostalgia.

Shaking off the thought she glided her way over to the counter hopping onto one of the stools, she waved for the one of the bartenders. The man behind the counter approached the fox girl, he gave her a look over. "You look too young to be here, how old are you?" He asked.

A light laugh came from Savannah, she dismissed him with a hand wave. "Old enough to mother every individual here." Was her reply. She smirked at the bartender whilst a hand dove into one of the side pockets of her dress, out she displayed her student ID. The bartender peered closer to make sure he didn't misread anything and clear enough he read her age, he looked over it a second time.

"My apologies, it's a requirement to ask if anyone looks underage." He informed.

The fox nodded her head. "Then I will have the bartenders choice of wine, do bring the bottle." She requested piercing her eyes at the man a little seductively. He needn't say anymore as he vanished to retrieve the wine, what it may be she'll find out in due time.

On the stool Savannah looked over her shoulder, there were some by what appears to be a pool table. A dart board was also seen close by. Bar games is what they call them, oh if they knew what sort of games were played back in the day. Dancing and singing on a table while drinking was always common. Typically the males would cheer on a female to dance, so they would offer their drinks and sing in her name. Her tails swished around her stool from recalling the memory.

The bar's distractions were enough for her to not notice the lad that had sat next to her. He ordered a drink. It was safe to say she wasn't interested in his choice, there were more and more new things she discovered that did not seem to catch her eye. Maybe it's because the world is changing too quickly, humans have adapted a fast paced lifestyle to accomplish what they can in such little time. That was an admiration in itself but sometimes change is a bit too much. And like her, he too was checked for ID.

She sat and waited, waiting to be served, perhaps she had been too forward and appear arrogant? The fox inwardly sneered at the thought. Though she was most surprised when the lad next to her ordered a drink for her. She glanced at him, whatever the intentions she would not say no to a free beverage.

Savannah turned her body round to face Zachary, popping an arm up onto the bar counter. "Even today there is a male who treats me to a couple of glasses, not too adventurous in choice, but a safe one at that." She spoke with a growing grin. Her eyes scanned over the boy in front, he appeared well built and his hair was intriguing in the slightest. If there's one thing Savannah noticed about society, it's their fashion for hair.

"I guess that makes us well met, Savannah Achard." She introduced nodding at Zachary. Her rested arm became a support for her chin. She rolled her eyes to look up at him. "My next question would be. Why?" She asked curiously.

Zachary was his name. However what was his game? She found herself lured in trough his words, most explicitly at the mention of a kinsman. This certainly held a great deal of interest, Savannah rarely heard of her own kind let a lot meet any of them! It was a surprise to hear of the other kitsune's strengths. The older one was, the more they had to say on just about anything as long as they were proactive. It is easy to idle when your life exceeds the majority of all living things.

"I feel challenged." She commented as if she was bothered by it, all while retaining a smile. It has been such a long time since she had contact with one of we own that he forgotten what they were like. Or in other words, what does it mean to be a kitsune. Savannah left her old life a millennia ago in order to explore the known world at the time. She wondered how different she'd be if she did leave and stayed in her place of origin.

What the boy had said next had caused her to raise a brow, she peered a little closer trying to figure out the intention. She sat herself more upright on her stool, no longer leaning on her arm. One of her eyes flicked. "Where this conversation goes will depend on the doors we open." She began lift up her head to somewhat look down at Zachary. The smile had turned into something of a smirk.

"If you wish to inquire something of me then ask, I will answer honestly but I warn that I may waffle. I am a prideful fox after all." Savannah informed. She then brought her feet up to sit cross-legged, her hands brought together and placed on her lap.

She lightly hummed at him. Who says they would be willing to answer questions but then also say try would be difficult to understand? This was one thing Savannah found somewhat bland, she would tell the person regardless and I'd they failed to comprehend her words it would add to her amusement. Even though he said those words, wasn't it an invitation to pry?

Her eyes pierced at Zachary. My he does like to use rather decorated wording, even if forced she did not mind. "No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe, no life have I to live or die. And yet I do all three, what am I?" She asked as her voice slowly trailed off into a slur. Now she had learnt to answer a question with a question is bad manners, but she felt this was appropriate given the circumstances. It was a riddle in short, one she picked up from a human in her travels.

The fox had edged her body slightly forward, her tails were slowly dangling side to side. This often happened when she spoke of herself, sharing information was part of her nature as an individual.

The wait only increased her anticipation, she made many little movements. Her ear flicked, tail flinched, fingers brushed and head swaying. In due time an answer came, her lips formed a grin. He had answered correctly and as if on cue the bottle of chardonnay had arrived along with two fine wine glasses. Savannah waste no time in retrieving the bottle and pouring for herself. She rested the bottle back on the counter and delicately handled her glass on her finger tips. Her free hand wrapping it self round her abdomen.

"A game? She repeated curiously. Her wine glass hovered round her nose, taking in the scent. "Hmm, what would this favour entail?" The fox asked locking her eyes onto his.