OoC: sorry it took so long ^^;; dont expect a long post from me.

BiC: Iyasis sat in a booth in the inn against a window, watching a lone candle burn on her table from over the brim of her cup. She was clad in her old black cloak, hood raised to hide all of her face but her softly glowing silver eyes. Flashes of gold sparked within them as she watched the flame dance and hum before her. She shot a glance around the room, something troubling her. What exactly, she wasn't sure, but there was something in the air, in her mind; and it wasn't anything she liked.

The fire immortal murmured something under her breath, turning to the flame. The fire cracked and grew slightly, waving in the still air. She frowned. The fire knew it as well. Her silver eyes sparked and she glanced around the room once more, paranoia growing as the feeling seemed to grow stronger. As her body was so tense, she didn't feel the familiar itch right away... until a few moments before it came down on her.

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin as the inn's wall shattered. She was instantly on her feet, a hand instinctively flying to her sword hilt at her left side beneath her cloak. It took her a moment to recognize the man that had startled her, but when she did she let out a breath. She smiled a little and walked closer as the inn went back to its business. She pulled her hood down and smirked lightly at the fencer. "You really like making entrances, don't you?" she teased.