Probably language, Absinthe being hypocritical and possessive, TBD
While it had taken her a few days to get to the now familiar street, some part of her had forgotten, once she'd decided to go no one could really change her mind. Never mind the fact that there were people in her cafe who had been hanging on her every word. She did enjoy being chased, and now they would be left wondering about this strange woman, and her talks of art and inspiration. They'd spend the rest of the day trying to regain that feeling, and right now Absinthe did not consider that.
Right now her priority was talking to the leprechaun and reminding the little upstart that Alistair was hers. Never mind the fact that she had plenty of other lovers visiting her at regular intervals. After all, she was the one meant to be chased. It seemed only right that she keep those chasing her, hers.
And she would remind this creature. She doubted anyone would argue with a Goddess. She found the place easily enough and walked into the store. She glanced around, fingers toying with the strands of hair as she waited. She guessed the being would know she was here and would come find her. To her, that was how it should be.