Remember That One Time... [Nadia]

[Scheherazade Al Khalifa]

Oocca showed up in some silly places. For starters, they seemed to like mingling in places with high alcohol availability and numerous pots. Scheherazade was beginning to wonder if this was some affliction of her species, or if it was just her generation that was prone to extreme drunken stupidity. She had spent her day like a good guardian, turning pots upside down and shaking until young Oocca popped out, lecturing them, and sending the little idiots home. Now she was in for the more fun part of her night: finding the seediest tavern and waiting for her fellow bird folk to show up so she could kiss them and send them home. Anyone else would have found this tedious, but Scheherazade was convinced it was necessary for their collective survival.

She’d found a good seat, paid off the bartender for taking up space, and proceeded to spend her night searching for the oddballs. It helped that her name was so off the wall for an Oocca, that she rolled her eyes at the drunken Gerudo jokes, and generally made sure no one died of alcohol poisoning. One day the people she healed would realize that she couldn’t repair the damage done, but simply remove the toxins in a single moment. Scheherazade had just been soundly kissed by one dangerously intoxicated patron, and was finding herself a bit drained from all the healing she was having to do this night. “I do wish you all would drink a bit slower. There will come a point where I will be much too tired to heal you all.”

[Nadia al Khalifa]

Another day, another bar.

Nadia's caravan was setting up on the outskirts of this particularly small desert community, but Nadia, ever the one to search for a good time, sought out the nearest bar. As she always does. Sure, she could do duties such as helping set up tents or something, but Nadia liked to call herself the resident in charge of communal relations and continuing friendship between caravan and settlements. Others settled with less of a mouthful, using hurtful words like 'drunk' and 'boozehound'. Thing was Nadia was not yet drunk, so the first did not apply, and she was, in no way, a canine, so the latter didn't apply either.

Nadia was a diplomat.

With a hearty push she shoved the double swinging doors wide open. They slammed against either side of the bar loudly to announce her arrival to the bar. The bartender recognized her, of course, and readied a drink. She was known in most establishments across the desert. "Alright! Time for this show to be . . . gin . . ." She trailed off as she realized there was an unfamiliar face for this town. An oocca lady whose description had stuck with Nadia ever since Lucy had described her. Nadia couldn't really remember, but there was that sense of familiarity.

"My wife!" Nadia proclaimed loudly and, far too swiftly, bound across the bar and tackled Shubbly off of her chair and onto the floor, a wide grin across her face. "Oh it's been far too long!" She exclaimed with a tight hug.

[Scheherazade Al Khalifa]

There are some things in life that Scheherazade is really not prepared for. Her day is scheduled for maximum efficiency in her goals, and deviations from it usual send her scrambling for a diplomatic solution. Sitting in a bar and being tackled while a woman calls her wife… is really not part of her daily schedule. “I… beg your pardon?” The back of her head stings from being knocked on the firm surface, her lap full of Gerudo, and her existence is slightly perturbed. She hugs the woman back awkwardly, an almost absentminded patting of her ribcage and a bare minimum squeeze. “I’m not sure I’m quite the right person.”

She’s familiar, like a polite answer to a particularly rude and sexually harassing elder that one can’t quite get off the tip of one’s tongue, and it’s driving Scheherazade a little bit batty. “Would you by any chance be willing to move this conversation off of the floor? I do believe I can feel my spine cracking in this particular position.”

[Nadia al Khalifa]

She didn't know?

Of course she didn't know!

Nadia barely knew!

Nadia laughed and sat up, straddling the poor oocca for the time as she decided to explain. "You and I, we're married!" Yes, that was an explanation. "At least that's what Lucy said. I can usually trust her, she doesn't have much reason to lie. You fit her description perfectly, and you're very familiar. You have to be my wife!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small stone shaped like a rabbit. "Problem is Lucy's memory is quite poor, so there's no real way of confirming it." Nadia pouted.

Floor? Oh, right, the tackle. Nadia looked about innocently at the stares the two of them were drawing. "Oh, sorry, here!" She clambered off the oocca and offered her hand. "What a coincidence bumping into you like this in a place all the way out here! How've you been?" Once the oocca was on her feet Nadia sat down and essentially inhaled the drink that was there waiting for her before propping her chin on her palm and her elbow on the bar and watching Shubbly.