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Trivinia looked over the man once more. She'd hired Adon purely out of necessity at first, but once she'd gotten to know the lad he seemed alright. He had certainly gotten rid of her running drunkard problem. His first night of employment, Adon had quickly taught a villager what he thought of people who drank an entire bottle of ale and didn't pay. In fact, she could still see the holes in the wall near the door where Adon's blades had sunk in.

Triv grinned up at him. "Sure thing, hun. If you want, you can tend with Kirby this morning." She glanced over at Kirby to see his reaction, but the man was busy with a customer and must not have heard her. He always paid special attention to female customers. They didn't get their like often. "O' course, if you'd prefer it, the rain has probably made the stables a mess. I was planning on getting to it this evening after I slept, but--" She didn't like making other employees work in the stables. They were usually a right mess to begin with, even before the rain... But shoveling that mud was hard work. Not that Triv was weak; quite the contrary. She just didn't like mud. Or the other things that are generally on the floor of a stable.

((Nice entrance post, Gamer. Got a proper name I can call you, or shall I keep calling you 'Gamer?' ))

Suppose to have met him before. He's worked in the tavern before, according to my post. He's not my brother. If and when he shows up, I'll have control over him. Konomaru belongs to me. <3 ))

Adon returned the other barkeep's greeting then turned back to Triv. "I'll gladly go clean out the stables," he offered. "It shouldn't be too much work. I'll even wash the barn if you'd like." He smiled a smile that dared someone to ask why he would take on such a workload.

Adon chuckled to himself a little before he went out to the barn, ignoring Triv's suggestions of a shovel and asking the horse's owner's permission. He knew he'd be in and out of that barn in about 15 minutes.
He headed out towards the barn and looked towards the sky. He could feel the water in the air and on the grass. A rainstorm had just been here last night, this he already knew, but he was made doubly aware of this by the feeling deep in his stomach.
He soon reached the barn and smiled as he looked back up at the Inn. Deep down inside he kinda hoped someone was watching. He turned back to the barn and closed his eyes. He called upon the magic embedded deep within the core of his being and soon all the water in the ground in and around the barn rose above the ground. He stepped inside the barn, calling the water behind him. He quickly surrounded any horse manure that he saw with sim water and froze it, then picked it back up and flung it out into the garden where it turned back into water. Not only was he cleaning the barn, but he was fertalizing and watering the garden as well.
With the water that remained, he stepped outside and spread the water into a very thin sheet. He covered the dirt around the barn with the water and froze that as well. He then took a few steps back and picked up a rock. With a small smile he hurled the rock at the barn and watched the ice shatter all around the barn. He took a look at the barn and saw no outstanding dirt. He then turned back and headed back to the bar.

"Mmhmm," Adon muttered. "Barn's clean, too." He walked around the bar and pulled himself out a clean glass. His magic never really drained him as much as he'd heard everyone complaining about, unless he was using it for long periods of time or in rapid succession. Quite ironically, all his water magic ever did was make him extremely thirsty. He poured himself a glass of water and quickly drained it, then repeated the process two more times before washing the glass and replacing it in the tray.
He then smiled and turned to his fellow bartender and the other patrons. "So," he started, "what's new?"

His ears pricked up and turned his head. "Did you hear that just now?" he asked.. whoever may have been able to listen. "No, not hear, smell. No, that still isn't right.." Something was going on here. It reminded him of one of his 'travels' but nothing had ever reminded him and this particular 'travel' before. It could just be the Absinthe. In fact, it most likely WAS the Absinthe. But then again, that's just what the Absinthe WANTS you to think.

Alcohol can be so sneaky sometimes.

Triv pulled herself out of the bath and quickly dressed. She sat on the edge of her bed, resting her elbows on her knees, leaning over. Her white hair fell loose of its fastening and fell into her face as she twirled a ring around her finger. How long ago had they died? Yet she remained young, her body untormented by time. Her family... her friends...

You were not one of them, Raven said, as if it were obvious. They were weak, and died. We're better than them. We deserve to--

"Shut up!" Triv shouted suddenly. Her hand flew to her mouth as she looked to the door. Someone probably heard her... But oh well. Just shut up, Raven. I don't want to hear your lies anymore.

Fine. Let yourself be blinded. You know what happened. You know why you're still alive. It happens with all demons. A tear trailed down Triv's cheek, dripping off her jaw and splashing onto the silver ring on her hand. Trazer... Raien... Her dear friends. Why couldn't she join them?