Spa & Coffee

i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

Yesterday was a hectic and busy day for Lyretich. Since the moment he and his crew had arrived at Hosenka for, yet again another photoshoot, because the magazine wasn't satisfied with the results they had gotten the previous day and the deadline was nearing, the shooting crew including Lyre were busy going from one street to another, posing, shooting, re-applying makeup, moving and doing this over and over thru the whole day, until finally the representative from the respectful magazine was finally satisfied with the results. Most of the crew headed back home together, though some stayed behind, it wasn't an everyday occasion to come to Hosenka, so how could one leave without enjoying some nice spa here. Lyretich belonged to the latter group.

After the hectic schedule yesterday, Lyre was lazying around the whole day, waking up at almost midday, enjoying some branch, sleeping some more, going in and out of the spa, until the autumn scenery had changed to that of an evening. An inner growl only heard by Lyretich himself was signaling him to head to the dining hall, guess it's time to enjoy some authentic Hosenka food and maybe a cup of coffee. The Hall was bustling with people, as it should be at this time of the evening. Some were dressed casually, some more formal, while others were just in their bathrobes, it was a sight to behold indeed. Lyre belonged to the first group. He was dressed in some casual shorts and a t-shirt, which did not hinder his good looks.

As usual when Lyretich passed by someone the heads of the strangers would turn, whether because they recognized him as a model or just because they couldn't believe the aesthetic appearance the young boy had. "Could I have some Hosenka cuisine, and a cup of Latte, please," he gave a friendly smile to the server, as he received his order, while side scanning the place for a free spot. A soft chuckle escaped past Lyre's soft lips, as a rather tall lady next to him had ordered coffee at the same time as him. Guess, I am not the only weird one drinking coffee in the evening. Seems, only one table is free. "Excuse me," he addressed the peculiar stranger next to him, "if you don't mind, would it be okay to share a table with me? We are the only ones ordering food now and there is just one free table left." The boy looked at the pale-blonde haired woman with a tender smile and unusually warm under the current light brownish eyes.

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i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

"Yes, you could say I am familiar with this area. I have been here a few times before for my work, so I had my opportunities to explore here and there," the young man explained, with a mild expression of pleasant conversation on his face. "No, no I don't mind, please go ahead by all means," he answered the woman as his eyes landed on the cigarette that was in between her slender fingers, before it disappeared, almost magically as she reached out her hand to greet the young male while exchanging their names and pleasantries, "I am Lyretich, but just Lyre is okay too. Nice to meet you too Teresa."

"What brings you here, if I can ask" Lyre kept his polite tone, as at this point they were just mere acquaintances, and by the looks of it Teresa was older then Lyretich, because of that he found it appropriate to be on the polite side, at least for now. "In my case, I came here the day before for work purpose. I am a model, apart from being a wizard," Lyre brushed off a strand of hair that had fallen out of place and was slightly irritating his eye area before he took a bit of whatever food that was lined up on his plate, momentary taking his eyes off the silver-eyed woman, mhm... this is the taste indeed. "Oh, yes! Are you a wizard too? Don't know why I kind of get that vibe from you," most probably, because Teresa did not seem like an ordinary woman, she looked to be in her late twenties, but somehow she had that kind of aura around her, one of the experiences and long life and the particular magic that was flowing in the air was almost confirming the fact.

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i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

"Re-equip magic, yeah, I have seen it a few time, including now," Lyre chuckled softly, whilst paying close attention to the gauntlet that appeared and disappeared, "that's quite impressive, I have always thought that this magic type is so fascinating and convenient," the compliment was wholehearted, no doubt about that, as the slander male's voice appealing and would indeed convey a positive message. "Your magic sure-enough is wholly different from mine, I use a mixed type of magic, that consist of bond and take-over magic. Oh maybe I could call Wen Yan, I am sure you would like it," Lyre cast his magic on a small scale, so it does not disturb the other guests that were busy with their own conversations.

In no time a red-scaled dragon-human like creature appeared, "Lyyyyyyyre, I was having such a good nap, why did you call me, is there some urgent matter, enemies," Wen Yan made a few glances to left and right a few times, with her split tongue still hanging out from her mouth, "What the?! There is nothing here..." a pouty expression appeared on human-like face, while two tiny arms crossed above the thick winter coat, that the playful fellow was wearing. "Silly," Lyre reached his gracile fingers to fiddle with the fluffy, brownish in color hair. Wen Yan did not resist the touch of her owner as the creature purred back into the gentle hand rubbing against it slightly.

"Basically, I collected pets like Wen Yan and use their abilities. I guess that would be the best possible explanation for my magic," the youthful male had an endearing expression as he sincerely explained his craft while tenderly playing with Wen Yan's soft hair. "Wen Yan, don't be rude and pay more attention to your surroundings," the voice was slightly more stern, nevertheless still had a jokingly tone to it, as Lyretich pointed Wen Yan's head in the direction of Teresa. "I am sorry! Tee hee...," Lyre's cheeks now had a shade of pink to it, though under the present light, it would be quite hard to notice. This playful dragon... What the heck is tee hee?! "Haha," a somehow awkward laugh like noise escaped the boy's pinched lips. Lyretich was obviously, lightly embarrassed by Wen Yan's weird expression.  

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i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

The peaceful evening chat was interrupted by a sudden explosion and debris flying everywhere. Lyretich was as surprised as everyone else by the sudden turn of events. Teresa had warned Lyre before the huge piece of the wall had collided with the table, as she jumped midair and cast a shield of some sort, luckily, thanks to this warning, Lyretich was able to avoid any major damage to himself or Wen Yan, as both of them followed instinctively the older woman's movement and had jumped together with her, "Yeah, I am fine," he replayed with a bit of annoyance in his voice, as he dusted off the speck of dust and debris from his silky hair and cloth, "Ah, this is really annoying, I just got this shirt from the X brand...," a spark of some sort lit up in the young man's eyes, Lyre hated getting his cloth dirty, especially his brand ones, which he considered one of his greatest treasures and rewards for his hard work.

By the looks of it, Teresa loved her coffee quite a lot, as she primarily shielded the cup on the table, "Coffee is life for you, isn't it?" Lyre looked at the now, slightly agitated woman, that had some sort of sly, devious feeling to her. He quickly cast a few glances around them to make sure, that the rest of the people were safe and sound, and fortuitously, it looked as if everyone was alright, as the employees of this hall, promptly, but in a calm manner, were escorting them out. "Of course! Look what they did to my brand T-shirt, it is ruined now," the once white shirt was now colored in a color of dust and a weird unusual pattern of dirty. "Wen Yan," the irked young adolescent recalled the loyal companion to his side, as the three of them moved to the source of all this bothersome situation. I hope that whoever is responsible for this, is ready to pay! The slender boy was not going to let anyone off easily for the sin of ruining his outfit.  

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i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

The situation that unfolded before Lyretich's eyes, was quite interesting, to say the least. As soon as Teresa and Lyre had arrived almost in the middle of the room, a bunch of men appeared. Ugh... Lyretich was a sucker for aesthetically pleasing things, and well these men were far from that, they had that typical - I am a bad guy face, but as they say, don't judge a book by its cover. As soon as they appeared they spoke of some nonsense - being chivalrous and trying to play some robin hood type of thievery. Yeah, sure, you bunch are here to help the starving kids.

The already irked young man gave them a cold glance, as he listened to Teresa trying to reason with them, hoping inside of him that they would have enough brain cells not to challenge two mages, but the silver-eyed woman's philanthropical approach was met with that of aggression as one of the thugs sliced the cup Teresa was drinking along with the belt of her robe! OH GOD! The Teresa expo was shown in its full glory. Oh my God... what did I just witness, Lyretich did not want to see what he did, in the split second that the expo was on full show, before the woman pulled her white robe back together, to the young boy it did not matter as he had no interest in women, but the hoons across the hall got somehow paralyzed?

"Yeah... I will take care of this, just keep your robe together," his voice slightly cracked from the shock he had received previous, tho it was a shock, but this kind of uncultured actions, towards the woman, could not be left alone. As Teresa was suspecting one of the guys indeed was a mage, even Lyre could feel the slight magic flow from him, but it was weak, is he a kid?!

While the men were still in a state of shock, Lyretich released his magic, which in turn turned his two arms into that of a dragon, covering them in red scales, with sharp claws. The partial take-over enhanced the young male's physical strength, Lyre on whole did not like fighting and if possible he would prefer to talk it out, but from what happened a few minutes earlier, it was obviously impossible in this situation. He launched at the man, physically punching them strong enough to knock them out in one go, while Wen Yen was going directly for the man who appeared to be the only wizard in the group, his attempt to launch some meager ice attack, did not go well as Wen Yan used its Fire Breath to easily melt it, and cast a Fire Ball to attack the man, while he was diverted by the incoming attack, Lyretich got up real personal and close, knocking him out of his sense.

"That should take care of them," Lyre looked back at Teresa who was still holding her robe tightly together, and quickly turned his gaze away as a chuckle of a sort was going to burst of him, but it was fruitless as the whole situation seemed so ridiculous to the dark-haired boy, "I am sorry, I just can't control it. Did you see your expression when they split open the robe," Lyretich could not control his laughter as tears started to form in the corners of his eyes, as he glanced at his combat-pet who was in a similar state, "Lyyyyre, did you see the look on her face, oh my God, it was priceless! Let's call her mother Teresa from now on or no Teresa expo," the dragon-like creature had a similar facial expression as Lyretich.

Somehow, weirdly enough the young boy knew that Teresa was not the type of person that would get truly angry or upset if someone was making fun of her teasingly, more like she seemed the type of a person that would go along with it, or tease the person back. Because of that Lyre and Wen Yan felt it was okay to laugh their asses off in front of her. 

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