I looked around warily, biting my lip. This bar was not the kind of place I frequented, but the business card had said to come here. Swallowing, I stepped in, and felt immedietly dozens of unfriendly eyes turned towards me. I tried not to make eye contact, and instead, went directly to the bar, clearing my throat awkwardly. 'Erm, is, um, Shayla here?'
The bartender, a short, gruff looking man, glared at me for a minute, before calling, 'Shayla! Someone here to see you!'
A celtic voice floated towards me. 'A little thing with too big a mouth for her good, and the strangest peepers you ever laid eyes on?'
He turned back to look at me, squinting. 'Aye, that'd be her.'
'Expecting her, then. C'mon back, lass.'
Drawing my coat closer to myself, I headed back, but when I saw this 'Shayla', I stopped short, jaw dropping.
'You know what I've always wondered about?' She grinned, leaning back casually. 'How is that you humans manage to run this world when you don't even see what's right in front of your noses.'
Darn it, when I started this series, there wasn't any intention of ever writing a story to go with it. Now the dumb story's writing itself, darn it!