Time Shock

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

So.

Here she is.

She's slightly dazed, and thoroughly confused about what's just happened. She's not sure she isn't dreaming. Or maybe she crashed her bird and didn't even realize it. Either way, it's... unsettling.

It was December 1945 just a minute or two ago. She was flying, and then, after the briefest and strangest of explanations, she's been left at the door of a tavern. The passersby are dressed oddly, the vehicles that pack the roads are decidely not of her time, and the language she's overhearing... Lord, she wouldn't talk to her momma with a mouth like that!

Lady Blackhawk is most decidely out of her element -- and, she thinks, there's a distinct possibility she's out of her mind, too.

Nothing for it but to see if anyone's home.

She cautiously slips inside, taking off her hat as she enters.

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[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia holds the other woman, making soft comforting noises to her. After awhile the'yre not in English anymore but that doesn't matter too much at this point of things.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

After what seems like the longest of moments, Zinda draws a long, deep breath and pulls back from Arisia. "Look at me," she mutters, embarrassed at herself, "I'm gettin' snot all over your cute li'l outfit."

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind. Not at all." Arisia reaches up and pushes the other blonde's hair back from her face. "You've been through a traumatic experience."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She sits up a little straighter, her head still bowed, and barks out a bitter laugh. "I think the trauma's only just started, sugar."

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you need anything, let me know. You can stay with me as long as you need and..." Arisia pauses and looks at Zinda, "I can probably help you get a job."

First thing is first, "Are you hungry?"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

Zinda wipes at her face with a hand and manages a grateful smile. "I'm a li'l rusty on the ol' kitchen skills, but I can rustle up a mean peach cobbler." A sniff, as she meets the other woman's gaze. "I'm so sorry, sugar. I've come wanderin' in here and next thing you know, you got some time-hoppin' vagrant settin' up house with you. You don't have to do this for me. I'm sure I can figure somethin' out -- "

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"Zinda."

Arisia reaches out and takes ahold of her hands carefully. "If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have offered. I can help you." And for some reason, she feels she should.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She squeezes the petite blonde's hands. "You're a doll. I'm gonna have to write you an IOU." Lord, her face probably looks puffier than a marshmallow right now. "How about you show me your kitchen, and I'll see if I can rustle up somethin' for us both?"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

Arisia laughs softly at that, "Sure. Let me go tell people I'm taking a break." The elfin woman points toward the kitchen. "If anyone gives you any hassle in there, tell them you're with me."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

Zinda slowly gets to her feet, straightening her uniform out of habit. Picking up her hat, she sets it back on her head, and heads towards the kitchen.

Cooking at least can't have changed much in the last fifty years, right?