Magic worked differently on different worlds, with different beings...  Aisling could usually judge by how easily she could Dreamwalk.  That had seemed to work as usual.  And her don't-look glamour seemed to be fine, too...  That is until she noticed one who was sniffing around and heading in her direction.

Her distraction tactics weren't all that effective anyway.  Most of the guardsmen seemed content to just look on in an interested or maybe slightly hesitant way.   And of course, the tusked-one wasn't taking advantage--just continuing to be the problem.

Aisling headed away from the crowd towards the Tavern.  The one local creature seemed to be able to scent her.  She found a bit of shadow--a small sliver by a drainpipe and a doorway--and slid into it.  No longer entirely in this world, she should be safe enough--her scent would lead to her position, but it would be as if she was no longer there.  If not, she could always try to get further away or attack.  She didn't want to cause more problems for the Tavern, so she hoped the nosey one would be distracted by Rikerg, who was continuing to act in a very threatening way. 

Like the pirates, these people seemed to not have much of a sense of self-preservation. 

"I was going to offer to try and convince the tusked-on to calm down... but I think that's not going to be enough to help,"  Aisling said to Red.  "Have you decided whether to leave him to solve his own problems or not?"

When a bell started ringing out sending all the uniformed local running with weapons drawn...  Aisling sighed.

"Heat can also make glass, I think," Aisling said.  That was nearly the sum of her knowledge about glass, however.  It would have been nice to be a craftsperson of some sort, but that hadn't been her fate.

Were they really going to go after the tusked-one?  She doubted it was a wise move.  But if the bar-keep was with them, hopefully they wouldn't miss the Tavern sliding without them.  There may be no dark fae in the vicinity, but this world didn't exactly appeal to Aisling as far as a long stay went.



------Ugh... and if Iron-working was going to be something Longboat was going to do, Aisling would gladly skip observing that.  Like all fae, she was allergic to iron.  It would only kill her like any metal weapon would, but it would interfere with healing and would be much more painful.  She could probably stand to ride in the metal carriage, for instance, but she wouldn't enjoy it.

Curious that Longboat wasn't adverse to iron.   The Sindar were definitely not any kind of fae Aisling was familiar with.

Aisling felt free, invitation or not, to again shadow the elf and the human.  They both seemed to like communicating in song, something she thought was odd, unless one was a siren and trying to lure someone in that way.  Dark fae sang sometimes, but it usually wasn't for communicating and definitely wasn't pleasant.  (She wanted to shiver at the thought of that, but didn't.)

Seeing more of the Tavern's out-buildings was long over-due.  And perhaps the answer to the human's question might be revelatory.  More useful than seeing if the local inhabitants were going cause trouble for those currently with the Tavern--or the reverse (which might be more likely).

Aisling stayed out of the way again, and just watched and listened.  Archaic Sindar is something she'd never heard of before, but then she hadn't known anyone like Longboat nor any of most all of the current inhabitants of the Tavern, and the new worlds were all very strange, new experiences.  Archaic Sindar seemed to be fae-like, but different, so being a separate type of being made sense.  In the lands she had lived in there had be many types of creatures, but none like Longboat.  There were creatures called elves, but they were similar in form to imps and gnomes.

He said he didn't do magic any more, just did what he knew from millennia.  She could relate somewhat to that.  She'd dreamwalked and shadow danced for many centuries, and did it now unconsciously and out of long habit.  The same went for sneaking and killing.  It was easy and thoughtless after all so long.  Millennia, though...  Time was a strange thing and worked differently in different places, even within her own world.  It also worked differently withing certain perceptions.  Aisling had practiced to keep her time by the Queen and Court, so had rarely lost or gained time.  The Queen's time had seemed... timeless.  And certainly, it was not easy to feel its passage, ever.  She may have spent millennia as the Queen's creature.  It certainly weighed upon her as eons might, even though she couldn't count the minutes, much less the millennia.  But Longboat had the feel of a much older magical being than her, however you measure time.

Her own millennia or centuries or whathaveyou, might as well have been a blink of the eye, since she her time as a Shadow had had so much of the sameness.  After her escape, it the each day had been an eternity filled with new activities, different experiences, unknown fears...  It was a lot more being ALIVE, perhaps.  Time was certainly an unfathomable.

And his abilities remained impressive, particularly with the ease he wielded them.

The Tavern may slide into something new and unknowable every time, but even the Tavern itself, and the few people currently at it, seemed a new world to Aisling.

Although...  all creatures were to some extent knowable.  Most could bleed and die like all others.  Some easier than others, but she had been fae and fae weren't easy, which is why the Queen had kept her captive.

Having to new things to consider, like Longboat, and the human magic-user called Leonie, were much more welcome than memories of the life she had escaped.

--Aisling was also aware that being a silent shadow made people uncomfortable.  She just didn't care about that much.  She could play a much more social role, but she wasn't on a mission, so she felt free to be herself. --

Aisling is not using her deflection glamour.  She doesn't care if others see her or not in the Tavern since she's not on a spy/assassin mission here.  But her general air is always that she is unapproachable. 

After Red leaves she continues to Dream Walk a bit more, trying to find out more about this new world. 

It can't make for many welcome appearances if the Tavern sometimes displaces existing buildings.  The people inhabiting those place must be temporarily gone as well.  Do they just wink out and appear again like the Tavern, without feeling much loss of time, as with the Tavern's sliding?  The magic of the Tavern was mighty... and mighty strange.  Aisling did not wish to meet whatever being was responsible for creating it.

Dream Walking was as easy to her as breathing.   It was a rare ability, so rare that she was the only one who could Dream Walk with any usefulness, which is why she was kept and controlled by the Queen.  She could also rest while Dream Walking, as close to sleep as fae knew it, as could be, while still being somewhat aware of what was going on around her.  She knew Longboat was still working his strange magic, and was confident she would be alerted if she heard anyone using the stairs up to the attic, or climbing on the roof.  Longboat also seemed to be quick to sense what was going on around him.  She felt easy in sparing part of her attention to the Dreams and to resting.

Aisling kept out of the way after following them up to the attic.  The holes made by the cannon shot were leaking rain, but they weren't very large.  Still, not good since the rain probably wasn't good for the interior.  But the fae-ish male seemed to think he could fix it.  She sat down to see what he would do without tools or materials.