The Multi-Dimensional OC Bar

Arianwyn smiled and waved at Vision and Blade. "Hi boys."

Blade carefully turns in the chair he cannot see to face Arianwyn, "Hello, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of making your acquaintance before now."

"I don't think so either. Mind if I sit down?" She asks politely.

"Please, be my guest." He gestures to where he thinks an empty seat is.

Arianwyn sits down on one of the chairs, leaving her 15 kilograms of meat on the counter. "So..." she begins.

He carefully gets up from his stool and bows before her, "I am Rain Blade, formerly of Princess Luna's Royal Guard. Anything you need or desire I shall be happy to offer my assistance."

"Arianwyn, a friendly traveler who is not to mess around with." She says, smiling.

Rain Blade returns her smile, "I assure you, I am not one for messing around."
"Liar," Flare's voice sounds inside his head.

"rain.." lightning suddenly spoke out. "can i talk to you about the events of my.. er, how should i say, the stitching me up session in the back room?" she said still figuring something out as she took another sip from the mug.

Nim's ears perked up as well as Lightning finally spoke, though they settled some when she realized it wasn't for her. Still, she did keep one turned that way, not even bothering to feign interest in the conversation.

Vision notices Arianwyn. "Ah, my apologies." The illusion flickers twice, then shatters into a million pieces, returning the two to the bar. "I'm sorry, your name was... Arianwyn, was it? Pleased to meet you."

Arianwyn turns to Vision. "Pleased to meet you too!" She says, smiling.

Vision nods. "So, what brings you here to this Bar?"

"Regular visit. Also some meat.." she says, glancing at the big pile of meat on the counter.

Vision glances at the meat and shudders. "I... I see. Are you a..." He coughs awkwardly. "Not, of course, that I mean to criticise your eating habits, but..."

Arianwyn giggles, realizing what Vision thought. "That's not for me, silly. For a friend, who almost seems like a brother now."

"Ah, of course." Vision nods. "So, it's, uh, your friend who is a..." He pauses. "Oh, wait, you must mean a non-pony friend."

"True. Kinda far from being a pony... I can show you, I suppose. Or make you listen~"

"Listen?" Vision arches an eyebrow. "Listen... to what, exactly?"

"You'll see.." she says and smiles, walking to the door and picking up the meat on her way there. Once she opened the door to what looked like snowy mountain, she threw the meat outside and yelled outside "Alright, Frost, ROAR!" and after a moment, everyone in the bar heard a long and strong roar, much louder than anything they have ever heard before. Arianwyn just smiled back through the door, saying "Good, enjoy your meal." and closing the door.

Vision flinches as he roar shakes the Bar. "I, ah, see. A... dragon." He coughs. "How did this friendship come to be?"

"It's a weird and almost unbelievable story. " Arianwyn says.

((That I'll type down once I get home to my PC.))

"I look forward to hearing it." Vision smiles. "I am a storyteller of sorts, myself. I am fond of collecting new ones."

"I think it'd be best if I start at the beginning." Arianwyn says and sips her tea and then clears her throat. "I was just a little filly in a nice family. Mother, however, was horribly sick and died when I was 5. I had to live with my father, who was a hunter, in a lone house on the edge of the woods. He taught me all about survival in the wilderness as I grew up and I also learned how to use a bow effectively. When I was 15, my father died of a sickness and I was forced to leave, seeing as the house was in an unstable condition and I could not fix it myself. After 2 years of exploring, I found that dragon, alone in a frozen cave. I felt brave and approached it, and to my surprise, he wasn't hostile, but rather claimed to be lonely and bored. We talked for a long while and eventually became friends and started traveling together." Arianwyn finishes and sips her tea again.

Vision blinks. "I... see. So you're an, um, orphan." He hesitates. "My condolences. At least you, ah, made a friend. Travelling together, you say?"