The Builder's Arms Inn

[Chmera]

((Understandable.))

"Strangest thing is, I was flying over the  mountains before, up in the north... And Now I'm here, there's no sign of any mountains. Or any snow for that matter."

[Lemika]

"That is strange. Perhaps there is more to this place then meets the eye." Lem'ka takes a drink and glances around the establishment. "Do they sell food here?"

[Chmera]

"Not sure... Haven't asked. I'm starving, though." She scans the room for some form of menu.

[Lemika]

"I suppose you may have to ask the barkeep, wherever he got to. Barkeep!" Lem'ka shrugs, and starts tracing patterns on the bar with one paw. After a short time the barkeep comes back out, rubbing his hands on his apron. "What can I get for you?" he asks. Lem'ka looks up. "Have you any food?" "It's past hours for dinner," the man informs her. "I could get you folks some leftover stew, maybe." Lem'ka nods. "That'll do."

[Chmera]

Ch'mera, bored focusses intensely on Lem'ka's forehead fro a moment then looks away and blinks, bewildered. "You don't look like a halfblood... Is there something wrong here?"

[Lemika]

"Halfblood? Hardly. Why should you expect me to be?" Lem'ka looks somewhat confused. The barkeep returns with a pot of stew and several bowls. She nods at the man in thanks and helps herself to a bowl. "Are halfbloods very common where you live?"

[Chmera]

"It's just you haven't got any ka... I can't connect with you at all."

[Lemika]

Lem'ka stares for a moment, the shakes her head. "I have no idea what you speak of," she admits. "Connect? In what way?"

[Chmera]

"Does the word 'telepathy' ring a bell?"

[Lemika]

"It does... well, in stories. I hadn't thought it was actually possible. Certainly nobody I know can do that." She has some of the stew. "You can, though?"

[Chmera]

"Yep. I thought all lemmings could do it, though." She takes a bowl, fills it with stew and happily laps some up like a dog or similar creature. She looks up and licks her lips, not seeming to think any of this unusual. "You're an exception, then... I mean, you look like a lemming, but nothing like anyone I've seen before."

[Lemika]

"Huh." Lem'ka leans back before remembering that she's sitting at a stool, and manages to keep her balance. "To me, I would say that you are the exception. We have some legends about a telepathic race of Lemmings, but that is the only way you resemble those tales." She stops for a while to take another bite of stew. "How come you have wings, if you don't mind my inquiring?"

[Chmera]

Ch'mera sniggers. "It's not that unusual. I was pretty much born with them, anyway. I mean, I guess they're a fairly unusual colour, but still... You must come from a really out-of-the-way place if you've never seen a draconian, or you dunno what ka is." She tips her head to one side, slightly bemused. "What did you mean by legends, anyway?"

[Lemika]

"Well, I did literally grow up in a cave. More of a huge cavern, but still." She laughs. "I had not seen the world above until five years ago." She looks troubled briefly, but continues. "We have some legends amongst my people about a race of Lemmings that live in the skies and came from the stars." Lem'ka shrugs. "Most of us do not really believe that, although there has been some evidence found. They say those Lemmings have great power over the mind. They're supposed to fly through the use of technological devices, however, not with wings." She takes another bite of stew, looking as though she doesn't particularly enjoy it. "Better than no food," she mutters.

[Chmera]

"Hey, it's edible and it's now. Don't knock it." She gulps it down, barely bothering to taste it.