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Rain. It fell down from the churning black clouds in chilly masses, relentless driving people and animals alike into shelter as it relentlessly pierced the night air. It pattered against the emerald-black of the forest leaves in the darkness like the beat of a thousand hearts. Alehur en'Terilwe sat with her back against a tree trunk, partially protected from the storm by the canopy of pine needles above her.
She wrapped her cloak tighter about her, trying to block out the cold wind that tore through the trees and occasionally showered her with icy raindrops. She prefered travelling on foot and eschewing society, but it was miserable nights like these that made her want to seek out better shelters.
I don't this like at all! It's cold and far too wet! Can we find somewhere else to stay? Please?
Sylph's petulant 'voice' broke Alehur out of her previous reverie, causing the redhead to blink and look down at her small friend as the silver-blue dragonling burrowed in her lap for warmth.
"I don't know, Sylph," she murmured reluctantly, following the rain's progress with her dark grey eyes. "I don't like staying at inns...."
This will clear up tomorrow. It will just be for the night. Please? It's far too stormy. The drake addded a little chirp to underscore her plea. Alehur bit her lip guiltily and snaked one gloved hand out from under her cloak to stroke Sylph apologetically.
"I suppose you're right," she amended, gathering her in her arms and standing up.
You should be around people more, Sylph told her, sitting cat-like on her shoulder, tiny head besides her human friend's under the hood. This will be good for you.
Alehur knew that the drake worried about her silence, and lack of contact. But she didn't have the heart to spend so much time around people yet.
The redhead walked as quickly as possible down the soaked path, heading towards to nearby village. Soon the promise of warm candlelight shone through the windows of many houses, illuminating the silvery raindrops and, presently, the creaking sign above a tavern. It probably wasn't the best or the safest, but Alehur didn't have too much money to spend. So she pushed open the door and stepped inside, warning Sylph to stay hidden as she did so.
The ex-assassin pushed back her hood, letting the firelight warm her damp cheeks as she approached the counter. A short, wiry looking man, presumably the innkeeper, turned to survey her as she walked in. As her features were revealed, he grew noticably wary; she knew he was seeing her ghostly pale face, her blood red hair, and, as Sylph put it, her "air of banshee-like tragedy". Alehur remembered how villagers had watched her pass and whispered, "wraith". She saw his pale blue eyes flicker to the doorway above her head, probably checking for the marks that superstitious people placed to ward off such malevolant spirits.
"What's yer bus'ness here?" he asked gruffly, scowling at her distrusfully.
"Same as everyone else's," she answered quietly. "I'd just like a place to be warm and away from this squall. Do you have a room for the night?"
"Aye, jus' a few," he replied. "That is, if ye have the money ter pay fer it." His nervous expression turned shrewd.
Alehur knew that Sylph was seething with anger and hoped the little dragon wouldn't decide to give the inkeeper a piece of her small, if fiesty mind. Without a word, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a few gold coins, tossing them on the scratched wooden surface. He eyed them warily for only a moment before snatching them up.
"Alrigh', ah'll have ye shown a room," he said, waving her in right direction reluctantly. As she proceeded, he called to her back, "An' ah don' want any trouble from ye, wench. Cursed if ah ever saw one, that be for cert'in."
Alehur did nothing more than wince, but it was enough for Sylph. The drake burst from underneath her friend's cloak in a flash of silver, flapping agitatedly in front of the innkeeper and hissing threateningly. The man squawked and shrieked, trying to bat the little creature away and sheilding his face.
"Sylph, no!"
The redhead immediately reached out and grabbed hold of her friend before she could strike, but it was too late to amend the damage. Aware that she had the full attention of those around them, she tucked the struggling drake in her arms as Sylph glared at the innkeeper.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Get out!" the man roared, gesturing frantically to the door. "Ah knew you were no good, and settin' that blasted little nuisence on me! Get out, witch!"
Alehur bit back an angry retort and simply clutched Sylph closer. The innkeeper's knarled brown hand grasped her upper arm and roughly dragegd her to the door, shoving her out into the rain before slamming it behind her.
She hung her head and sighed, flipping her hood back up and walking down the street, her weatherworn boots sinking into the mud. Despite herself, she couldn't help remembering how things would have been ten years ago as a little girl, listening to the rain fall on the canvas roof of their big warm wagon, spelled to stop leaks, and falling asleep besides her older brother. Maybe Mother would have sung her a lullabye over the sound of the wind, stroking her hair and-
Alehur shook her head to drive away her memories. She hated to think about Rivean and her mother, but she still did so everyday, too many times a day. Sylph helped distract her some, but it was something that followed her like her own shadow.
Sensing her distress, Sylph crooned encouragingly and nuzzled her rain-washed white cheek.
Rain. It fell down from the churning black clouds in chilly masses, relentless driving people and animals alike into shelter as it relentlessly pierced the night air. It pattered against the emerald-black of the forest leaves in the darkness like the beat of a thousand hearts. Alehur en'Terilwe sat with her back against a tree trunk, partially protected from the storm by the canopy of pine needles above her.
She wrapped her cloak tighter about her, trying to block out the cold wind that tore through the trees and occasionally showered her with icy raindrops. She prefered travelling on foot and eschewing society, but it was miserable nights like these that made her want to seek out better shelters.
I don't this like at all! It's cold and far too wet! Can we find somewhere else to stay? Please?
Sylph's petulant 'voice' broke Alehur out of her previous reverie, causing the redhead to blink and look down at her small friend as the silver-blue dragonling burrowed in her lap for warmth.
"I don't know, Sylph," she murmured reluctantly, following the rain's progress with her dark grey eyes. "I don't like staying at inns...."
This will clear up tomorrow. It will just be for the night. Please? It's far too stormy. The drake addded a little chirp to underscore her plea. Alehur bit her lip guiltily and snaked one gloved hand out from under her cloak to stroke Sylph apologetically.
"I suppose you're right," she amended, gathering her in her arms and standing up.
You should be around people more, Sylph told her, sitting cat-like on her shoulder, tiny head besides her human friend's under the hood. This will be good for you.
Alehur knew that the drake worried about her silence, and lack of contact. But she didn't have the heart to spend so much time around people yet.
The redhead walked as quickly as possible down the soaked path, heading towards to nearby village. Soon the promise of warm candlelight shone through the windows of many houses, illuminating the silvery raindrops and, presently, the creaking sign above a tavern. It probably wasn't the best or the safest, but Alehur didn't have too much money to spend. So she pushed open the door and stepped inside, warning Sylph to stay hidden as she did so.
The ex-assassin pushed back her hood, letting the firelight warm her damp cheeks as she approached the counter. A short, wiry looking man, presumably the innkeeper, turned to survey her as she walked in. As her features were revealed, he grew noticably wary; she knew he was seeing her ghostly pale face, her blood red hair, and, as Sylph put it, her "air of banshee-like tragedy". Alehur remembered how villagers had watched her pass and whispered, "wraith". She saw his pale blue eyes flicker to the doorway above her head, probably checking for the marks that superstitious people placed to ward off such malevolant spirits.
"What's yer bus'ness here?" he asked gruffly, scowling at her distrusfully.
"Same as everyone else's," she answered quietly. "I'd just like a place to be warm and away from this squall. Do you have a room for the night?"
"Aye, jus' a few," he replied. "That is, if ye have the money ter pay fer it." His nervous expression turned shrewd.
Alehur knew that Sylph was seething with anger and hoped the little dragon wouldn't decide to give the inkeeper a piece of her small, if fiesty mind. Without a word, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a few gold coins, tossing them on the scratched wooden surface. He eyed them warily for only a moment before snatching them up.
"Alrigh', ah'll have ye shown a room," he said, waving her in right direction reluctantly. As she proceeded, he called to her back, "An' ah don' want any trouble from ye, wench. Cursed if ah ever saw one, that be for cert'in."
Alehur did nothing more than wince, but it was enough for Sylph. The drake burst from underneath her friend's cloak in a flash of silver, flapping agitatedly in front of the innkeeper and hissing threateningly. The man squawked and shrieked, trying to bat the little creature away and sheilding his face.
"Sylph, no!"
The redhead immediately reached out and grabbed hold of her friend before she could strike, but it was too late to amend the damage. Aware that she had the full attention of those around them, she tucked the struggling drake in her arms as Sylph glared at the innkeeper.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Get out!" the man roared, gesturing frantically to the door. "Ah knew you were no good, and settin' that blasted little nuisence on me! Get out, witch!"
Alehur bit back an angry retort and simply clutched Sylph closer. The innkeeper's knarled brown hand grasped her upper arm and roughly dragegd her to the door, shoving her out into the rain before slamming it behind her.
She hung her head and sighed, flipping her hood back up and walking down the street, her weatherworn boots sinking into the mud. Despite herself, she couldn't help remembering how things would have been ten years ago as a little girl, listening to the rain fall on the canvas roof of their big warm wagon, spelled to stop leaks, and falling asleep besides her older brother. Maybe Mother would have sung her a lullabye over the sound of the wind, stroking her hair and-
Alehur shook her head to drive away her memories. She hated to think about Rivean and her mother, but she still did so everyday, too many times a day. Sylph helped distract her some, but it was something that followed her like her own shadow.
Sensing her distress, Sylph crooned encouragingly and nuzzled her rain-washed white cheek.
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