Ray tries to take Lilatov out for a nice meal

[spookytale]

(ooc: anyone is welcome to join in!)

Ray stepped brightly through the doors, his large hooves clunking against the ground underneath his extravagant hoof feathers, smiling and nodding slightly at the two other patrons. His white coat shimmered with an almost pearl pink glimmer in the dancing light of the Inn.

He let the serving girl know that his sister would be joining him, then selected a table that was close enough to the others to seem friendly, but not so close that they could easily overhear his sister. Luckily, she spoke quietly. That meant that maybe Ray could still overhear them, even if the other patrons couldn't hear her.

Finally, Lilatov arrived. Ray spotted her luminous lilac cats eyes first, and then the rest of his sister slinked into view. Why couldn't she just prance or canter like a normal pony? She silently crept towards him, then siddled in close to him at the table.

"Er, why don't you sit across from me?"

Her eyes narrowed, "Don't you like me, brother dear?"

"No, it's just that normally people sit..." but Lilatov had already gracefully slid into place across from him, smirking merrily. She had provoked him into bringing up what normal folks do, and it had taken less then 10 seconds.

"Oh, could you please pass me the menu?"

Ray slid the menu across the table, his eyes back and his pink eyes flashing dangerously.

"Lilatov, it's not a game!"

"Oh no, it's dinner!" She smiled sweetly at him, before flipping the menu open.

Just once, Ray would like to have a normal dinner. But seeing as how far he and his sister were from normal, maybe he should just stop hoping.

[Dark Crescent]

It was the first time in years that Gypsy walked into the Inn. She had not frequented even when she had lived here before, but sometimes she had found her best customers there. Being a witch in a through-and-through magical place had the drawback that it was harder to impress people. This time, Gypsy wasn't looking for customers, rather, she was walking down the memory lane. She paused for a moment at the door and looked around. The place hasn't really changed. Then, what did, in this ancient land? Xanadia has always been what it was, it seemed, and it would always continue to be so.

Only the ruins deep within the forest protested that something, long ago, had once been different. Gypsy wasn't sure why her mind went there now. She furrowed her brow a little and shrugged her shoulders, and as she did so, there sounded a gentle chime from the little bells she was carrying She was an exotic sight, even for a Xanadian. There were little gypsy chimes attached to her mane and both forehooves, she wore several little pouches around her neck and large golden hoops on her ears. Her eyes hit Lilatov and her brother for a moment, and her mouth curled in a smile. Well, those two were certainly hard to miss. Her eyes lingered on the couple for a while.

[spookytale]

Ray was the first to notice the eyes on him, and he glanced up from the menu to peek at Gypsy. She wasn't one of the regulars. That made her both interesting, and since he was with his sister...Ray wiggled uncomfortably.

Lilatov was sedately scanning the menu. Ray felt relieved but also...dissapointed? No, that couldn't be it. He felt...uneasy. If she was sedate now, then either he had successfully brought his sister out for dinner, or she was saving up all of her strange behavior for one grand display.

"I'm not saving it up." Lilatov spoke softly, smoothly.

"Huh? What?"

"Brother, you are predictable and you always think I'm saving up acting strange. That is too much effort, why would I bother? Besides, the wanderer is watching us even when I'm on my best behavior." Lilatov smiled, her strange eyes glinting.

[Dark Crescent]

Gypsy hovered for a moment quite still. She had noticed Ray had glanced at her, and then looked away. He seemed nervous. This amused Gypsy. Yes, in her youth she had made many stallions nervous, and she was still very beautiful and had not lost her charm. She was not sure, however, if the stallion was looking at her with those intentions, or for simple, friendlier reasons. At any rate, he had piqued her interest already, and decided to make their acquaintance. What better way, after all, to reacquaint herself with Xanadia than to speak with some of the locals?

The bells she wore jingled gently as she approached the table, and stood at a few steps' distance as she stopped.

"Good day," she said softly.