CENTURIES — return

[MARINA]

There was something oh-so relaxing about the tavern. The loose vibe and dark setting had always welcomed Marina, minus the deceitful drinks. Underlying schemes laid under the nose of many within the bar, but the jaguar truly didn’t mind. Their chaos was welcome. If they chose to be rowdy and drink to their heart’s desire, then so be it. No judgement would be passed here. After all, everyone had to deal with life’s nonchalant woes and it’s endless troubles. A place to unwind was vital.

Finding herself in the midst of the chaos, she embraced the environment around her. If the drunkards could mingle, so could she. Multicolored irises scanned the area. Her eyes landed on Keona soon enough. She seemed to be conversing with someone familiar. Marina, now interested, wandered over. A smile dawned on her maw as she grew closer, eventually placing herself next to the smaller female. “Heya,” she piped up. “Ya new here, bucko?”