[d=black]((OOC:[/d] Hey, Lizzie, I hope you don't mind me leaving this thread, but I needed to free one up and you mentioned you'd be unavailable for a while. I'm hoping Daz will run into Sabs again when you're up to it, though, so let me know.
Almost before Dazadi finished asking her last question, she felt the slight burn of her tattoo and a buzzing in her head that signified a summons from Xanth. It made her want to wriggle in her seat, but she'd gotten used to not reacting just to spite the woman.
Even though her outing was clearly over and she was only doing it to show that she could, Dazadi lingered a little, though she did start to tidy herself up ready to leave. The cub was done feeding, anyway, so she tucked the bottle in a pocket (was it hers? She couldn't remember if she'd borrowed it when she ordered the milk or if she'd brought it with her. Oh, well, they wouldn't notice one measly bottle...) and was starting to do the same with the cub when the buzz-burning started again.
"Alright, already, jeez. Where's the fire?"
Carefully settling the dozing cub in his pocket refuge, Daz glanced at the girl she'd been talking to, any trace of friendliness cowering beneath the weight of sudden awkwardness. She hated feeling beholden to anyone, least of all some sappy princess, and she'd just as soon forget this conversation ever happened, or that she'd needed advice in the first place. Still... she had
"Hey, thanks. See you around."
Daz didn't wait for a protest, or relief, or whatever the hell the girl would respond with. The buzzing was getting louder, censored Daz off to the point where she was about to snap at people for looking at her funny, and she didn't want to upset Princess Doolittle there. Even Daz wasn't that much of a kelpie.
Today, at least.
So, lifting a hand in vague salute, Daz skirted the tables and left the cafe, the weight of the cub safe in her pocket and a vague destination in mind.
[d=black]((OOC:[/d] Daz has left the thread.[d=black]))[/d]