feeling her boldest, she came around

[thunderproof]

WHO: Adalia (thunderproof), Gwenaëlle (elegiaque, Alacruun (coiledscales), you?
WHAT: Adalia gets into a barfight. Consequences will never be the same.
WHEN: Evening, Drakonis 26
WHERE: Returning to the Gallows from Straddle
NOTES: N/A, will add if any come up.

i. open

"I didn't want to drink in your shitty bar anyway!"

The clarion call of all barflys who did, in fact, want to drink in your shitty bar, but have way too much pride to admit it when they've been tossed out. For Adalia, at least, it's partially true — she'd wanted to drink there, past tense, found it an infinitely more palatable place to get drunk than The Hanged Man, but after that human asshole said shit about that uppity elfblooded cunt in Hightown, got what she deserves — if someone like that is welcome there, and she's thrown out for taking exception, well. That's no place she wants to spend her time anyway.

Nevermind that she took exception with her fists. ...and also, mostly, her face. Adalia is not one for getting in brawls, alright, but goddamnit, when you have principles, you stand up for them, no matter how beat to shit you get for it in the end.

She picks herself up from where she was tossed into the streets of Lowtown, wiping blood from her nose and wincing at the tenderness of it — there's a cut above her eye, bruising around her socket, it's entirely possible her nose is broken... But there's blood on her knuckles, too, and the vicious satisfaction of justice meted out in her stomach. She was, indisputably, the loser of that particular fight, but she gave almost as good as she got, and that's all that really counts. Brushing the dust off her dress, Adalia takes a deep breath, straightens her back, and begins to make her way toward the docks and the ferry to the Gallows.

ii. closed to gwenaëlle

The ferry ride is uneventful, and Adalia disembarks at the Gallows slightly less worse for wear — she hasn't healed any of her injuries, but the cut on her forehead has stopped bleeding quite so dramatically and her jaw hurts a little less than it had when she'd started the journey back. Charis is about somewhere, having made himself a nest in one of the towers, but Adalia's reluctant to call him to her when she's so beat up, so she heads for her room first, meaning to clean up her face before she whistles for her dragon to join her for the night.

There's a statue in the Gallows courtyard, polished well-enough that one can see their reflection in it when the light is right. Adalia pauses in front of said statue, pushing her tongue against the cut on her lip to test it, brushing dried blood off her temple where she can. It's in this state that Gwenaëlle finds her, muttering to herself as she assesses the damage done to her face.

"Fucking racist asshole... How dare a half-elf have opinions or be unpleasant. Well this half-elf split your fucking lip, so have fun with that, you dick."

iii. closed to alacruun

When Adalia finally makes it back to her room, looking better but still like she got hit multiple times in the face, it's with Charis in tow and chattering angrily over her shoulder. For her part, Adalia doesn't look at all chastised, and in fact has the mulish expression of one unwilling to reconsider her stance.

"Hey, that's just what you do when people are racist in front of you, okay? You punch them."

A moment, and then —

"Or, maybe you don't. You assaulting people for being racist would get... more problematic."

Charis snorts, angry, and crawls over to his little ice nest in the corner of the room. Adalia sets about starting a fire, dumping a few more logs into the brazier and holding her hand over it to let a few sparks catch the wood. It's the only way the room can be in any way a livable temperature — the large block of ice in the corner chills the air considerably, and what is comfortable for Charis is frigid for Adalia. That done, she crosses the room to her desk, picking up her mirror to check on her face again.

The door to the room is ajar, but only just — she'd meant to close it, but it didn't latch all the way.