Cliantha dusted the dirt from her trousers as she exited the stable. It was a busy enough day that her parents were having her work in the bar as well. She worked her way to the kitchen, where she was immediately given a tray and shooed out to the main area of the tavern. She listened in on the gossip as she served, taking the opportunity to learn of things going on in the world...
"Cliantha, don't stand out. Don't draw any attention to yourself. Do not make yourself known. And no matter what, don't lose your temper."
Her mother's instructions rang in her ears. She knew why her mother wanted her to be careful. There had been more than one accident involving at least one of those things. Her parents didn't have any idea what was up with her and she wasn't quite sure she herself wanted to. They didn't even know the details and they were still treating her with caution, like she was about to explode any minute.
Raven thanked the waitress who was serving him a drink and resisted the urge to clobber the men flirting with Isabella, didn't they have wives at home?