You were one if the lucky few able to enter the spirit world, and had chosen to do so, having not had the oppurtunity in some time. You'd spent some time admiring the vast forests and architecture before entering a small inn for a quick drink. There you were, waiting to be served, when the door opened, and she walked in.
She was a slim woman, timid in nature, with long, flowing white hair yet young. She had clear blue eyes and a modest dress, covering her figure. You licked your lips as she passed and watched as she approached your friend, the owner.
"Could I have a glass of water please?"
"Certainly Kisara. Busy day?"
"A bit of travelling, yes."
"Is your friend too busy to give you a lift?"
"Oh no, I insisted on walking. This is a lovely place."
"That it is. Here you go."
The inn was in reality a small hut where your friend ran his own business. As such, he had limited seats and you didn't need much luck for Kisara to sit next to you.
To be honest, you didn't need any luck. Your friend knew what your "habits" were and winked at you when she wasn't looking. You smiled back and struck up a casual conversation.
You wondered if she was already interested in you - she had finished her drink a while ago, yet had stayed to listen to your tall tales of adventures in both worlds, laughing and gasping as if on cue. You offered to buy her a drink and she accepted ("Just some juice please"). When you went up to the owner you asked him to get her a...
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