Over the course of the night Maren had wriggled and shifted onto Iskra’s side of the bed, her arms and legs splayed out comfortably, and the girl nibbled on Iskra’s hair as they both slept. When Amaury fell out of his chair Maren started a little at the noise and woke, sleepy eyed and with a wild mess of bed hair. She pushed herself up and carefully took the hair out of her mouth and smiled, glad to see Iskra. She figured it would be best not to wake her, and with a stretch and a stifled yawn, Maren got up and tiptoed around the bed to find Amaury laying on the floor.
Her attention was quickly drawn to the food on the table, which she happily trotted to and sampled, nibbling on what tasted like a peach. She glanced down to Amaury and padded back to the bed to retrieve a pillow from her side of the bed to carefully place by Amaury’s face. The unicorn girl kneeled on her knees by him and carefully poked his stubbled cheek with a finger, her eyes bright and playful; thinking he was still asleep. The dust motes floated through the air and through the beams of light that shone through the window as Maren chewed on the peach quietly, looking satisfied and relaxed. After a safe night, a new day was upon them!
Her attention was quickly drawn to the food on the table, which she happily trotted to and sampled, nibbling on what tasted like a peach. She glanced down to Amaury and padded back to the bed to retrieve a pillow from her side of the bed to carefully place by Amaury’s face. The unicorn girl kneeled on her knees by him and carefully poked his stubbled cheek with a finger, her eyes bright and playful; thinking he was still asleep. The dust motes floated through the air and through the beams of light that shone through the window as Maren chewed on the peach quietly, looking satisfied and relaxed. After a safe night, a new day was upon them!
Iskra shifted a bit in bed when Amaury fell, but she didn't wake; normally, she was a light sleeper, but the past day left her drained. She pressed her face into the pillow beneath her head, mumbling softly; she was a sleeptalker it seemed, and though it was hard to make out what she spoke, there was one word that stood out: "Johann."
She grumbled something else, pulling her cloak tighter around her body.
She grumbled something else, pulling her cloak tighter around her body.
The pillow placed near his head did not pique the half-asleep mason's interest but the cheek poking did. He opened his eyes, almost imperceptibly so, to look at Maren. He turned his head slowly, taking note of the plush object and deciding that it was now his. His left arm stretched up and wrapped around the pillow, the man dragging it under his head to rest on. Being that he was still somewhat awake he addressed the unicorn with a one-word question, "...Time?"
Afterwards his lower face- stubble and all- sank into the soft embrace of his new best friend, pillow.
Afterwards his lower face- stubble and all- sank into the soft embrace of his new best friend, pillow.
Maren withdrew her hand when the mason moved and smiled when he took the pillow. At the simple question, she paused and responded in a hushed tone, “Morning.” before standing up once more. Iskra’s sleep talking didn’t seem to faze the unicorn too much, only briefly wondering who Johann might be before wandering to the window to peek outside, watching people pass by on the street. It seemed like folks were already beginning their day outside; Maren supposed theirs could begin late after what they went through. She wondered what they would do first once they awoke… she finished eating the delicious fruit, the only evidence of it left was its stem, single seed, and the girl’s sticky fingers which she now licked.
Maren stood and went to the door and stared at the iron doorknob thoughtfully. She glanced back to the two who still dozed, and not wishing to wake them, lifted the front end of her dress and covered her hand, so she could unlatch and opened the door slowly. She only planned on leaving to bring a jug of water and some cups from downstairs for when they awoke.
She made her way down the stairs; there was much more activity than there had been during the late night. The tables in the main room were now mostly occupied and two waitresses went back and forth from the guests to the door that led to the kitchen. It seemed this place doubled as a pub as well as an inn. The unicorn-in-disguise milled about a little nervously and eventually caught the attention of one of the waitresses, and once they learned what she wanted, left and came back with a pitcher and two cups. (Having assumed there were only two people)
Maren thanked the woman and went up the stairs, careful not to drop the items. As she made her way down the long hall back to the room, a hand grabbed her shoulder. “Well hello there, little lady…” the voice cooed and turned her to face him.
A mercenary loomed over her and flashed her a coquettish smile. “What’s a lass like you doing alone?” Maren blinked and looked up at him, “N-no, I’m not…” and shifted the two cups that were held against her chest as she held the pitcher, since the number would obviously suggest she wasn’t so. “With no escort?” The man retorted, “Here…Come with me and I’ll show you what a true gentleman’s like... I can show you 'round the village.” Maren stood in the hall, at a loss for words as the man tried to lead her by her arm. She leaned away from him, resisting.
( Wanted to shake it up a little bit.
)
Maren stood and went to the door and stared at the iron doorknob thoughtfully. She glanced back to the two who still dozed, and not wishing to wake them, lifted the front end of her dress and covered her hand, so she could unlatch and opened the door slowly. She only planned on leaving to bring a jug of water and some cups from downstairs for when they awoke.
She made her way down the stairs; there was much more activity than there had been during the late night. The tables in the main room were now mostly occupied and two waitresses went back and forth from the guests to the door that led to the kitchen. It seemed this place doubled as a pub as well as an inn. The unicorn-in-disguise milled about a little nervously and eventually caught the attention of one of the waitresses, and once they learned what she wanted, left and came back with a pitcher and two cups. (Having assumed there were only two people)
Maren thanked the woman and went up the stairs, careful not to drop the items. As she made her way down the long hall back to the room, a hand grabbed her shoulder. “Well hello there, little lady…” the voice cooed and turned her to face him.
A mercenary loomed over her and flashed her a coquettish smile. “What’s a lass like you doing alone?” Maren blinked and looked up at him, “N-no, I’m not…” and shifted the two cups that were held against her chest as she held the pitcher, since the number would obviously suggest she wasn’t so. “With no escort?” The man retorted, “Here…Come with me and I’ll show you what a true gentleman’s like... I can show you 'round the village.” Maren stood in the hall, at a loss for words as the man tried to lead her by her arm. She leaned away from him, resisting.
( Wanted to shake it up a little bit.
)
The mason turned his head in the pillow; once his mouth was free of its plush he let a long, exasperated sigh at the revelation that it was morning. He lingered there, half-listening to Iskra's sleep-talk and half trying to fall back into slumber himself. By the time Maren left the room though, Amaury realized he simply wasn't going to find anymore shut-eye and so sat up- slowly.
He listened to the familiar hum of peoples' lives, gladdened that his ears could pick them up in the first place. It was a sign to the rested mason that his arrival at the inn was not, in fact, simply a hallucination created by his subconsciousness to soften the demoralizing toll of a slow death in the woods. The man pushed himself from the floor, replaced the pillow on the bed and tossed the sheet previously on his shoulders near the bed's foot-board.
Scanning the room, Amaury remembered his intention to return Iskra's coin but didn't want to leave the pouch defenseless. He retrieved the pouch from his pack where he stowed it and brought it near the sleeping bandit king, uncertain as to whether to wake and show her or simply put it down close to her person. Not wanting any confusion about it he decided to do something he wasn't sure she'd like; to place the pouch near her hand and gently guide her fingers around it. Not wanting to overstay his welcome, he promptly turned his back afterward and shuffled away, taking his hat from the table and staring at the new food.
Sure, there was plenty of it but the mason didn't want to leave Iskra without food upon waking. He took some bread and some meat, eating in transit as he moved casually outside. He wanted to hear the sounds of the inn a bit more clearly.
That was when the sound of Maren's struggle reached his ears; the mercenary had already grabbed the unicorn in the seconds he'd crossed the room's doorway. Amaury had already stuffed his piece of breath between his teeth, so when he made a startled noise it was muffled. Despite this he made a second, grunting sound; an angry noise as the mason tried to toughen up and warn the blade-for-hire away from his companion. In the process the dried meat was dropped and lay in the hall behind him.
The mason tore half of the bread from his mouth and dropped that as well, drawing his dagger and giving the new man a hard look. After chewing and swallowing he snapped, "Let her be!" His hope that this stranger would relent dimmed as he took in the other's appearance; in truth he had no desire to fight and didn't think he'd be able to take someone who fought for a living.
(If giving Iskra the coin was a bit god-mody lemme know.)
He listened to the familiar hum of peoples' lives, gladdened that his ears could pick them up in the first place. It was a sign to the rested mason that his arrival at the inn was not, in fact, simply a hallucination created by his subconsciousness to soften the demoralizing toll of a slow death in the woods. The man pushed himself from the floor, replaced the pillow on the bed and tossed the sheet previously on his shoulders near the bed's foot-board.
Scanning the room, Amaury remembered his intention to return Iskra's coin but didn't want to leave the pouch defenseless. He retrieved the pouch from his pack where he stowed it and brought it near the sleeping bandit king, uncertain as to whether to wake and show her or simply put it down close to her person. Not wanting any confusion about it he decided to do something he wasn't sure she'd like; to place the pouch near her hand and gently guide her fingers around it. Not wanting to overstay his welcome, he promptly turned his back afterward and shuffled away, taking his hat from the table and staring at the new food.
Sure, there was plenty of it but the mason didn't want to leave Iskra without food upon waking. He took some bread and some meat, eating in transit as he moved casually outside. He wanted to hear the sounds of the inn a bit more clearly.
That was when the sound of Maren's struggle reached his ears; the mercenary had already grabbed the unicorn in the seconds he'd crossed the room's doorway. Amaury had already stuffed his piece of breath between his teeth, so when he made a startled noise it was muffled. Despite this he made a second, grunting sound; an angry noise as the mason tried to toughen up and warn the blade-for-hire away from his companion. In the process the dried meat was dropped and lay in the hall behind him.
The mason tore half of the bread from his mouth and dropped that as well, drawing his dagger and giving the new man a hard look. After chewing and swallowing he snapped, "Let her be!" His hope that this stranger would relent dimmed as he took in the other's appearance; in truth he had no desire to fight and didn't think he'd be able to take someone who fought for a living.
(If giving Iskra the coin was a bit god-mody lemme know.)
Iskra had gently stirred when he lead her hand to the pouch, opening her hazy blue eyes and staring at the pouch that lay there. She didn't seem to bothered, closing her eyes once again and pressing her face into the bed.
She could only faintly remember her dream, but it wasn't like she would want to remember; she only hoped her companions wouldn't mention it. The drowsy woman hardly showed any concern at the sounds of struggle outside, and only raised an eyebrow when Amaury advanced and opened the door. She didn't really label Amaury as the kind of man to bravely step up for a woman, much less against an unknown adversary. And truth be told, Iskra wasn't entirely sure f someone like Amaury could even fight well against a human. Anyone could kill a monster, but it took a special kind of person to go for a humans throat.
Iskra considered herself that kind of person.
She stood slowly, rubbing at her eyes and pushing her bangs away from them; the dark circles beneath her eyes lingered, perhaps they were even worse as she had just woken up. No surprise, the bandit King seemed to always have a lot on her mind. She tugged the cloak's hood up, not wanting to be recognized since her face was well known, and stepped towards the doorway, lingering behind Amaury and watching the scene between Maren and the other silently.
((ur good homie))
She could only faintly remember her dream, but it wasn't like she would want to remember; she only hoped her companions wouldn't mention it. The drowsy woman hardly showed any concern at the sounds of struggle outside, and only raised an eyebrow when Amaury advanced and opened the door. She didn't really label Amaury as the kind of man to bravely step up for a woman, much less against an unknown adversary. And truth be told, Iskra wasn't entirely sure f someone like Amaury could even fight well against a human. Anyone could kill a monster, but it took a special kind of person to go for a humans throat.
Iskra considered herself that kind of person.
She stood slowly, rubbing at her eyes and pushing her bangs away from them; the dark circles beneath her eyes lingered, perhaps they were even worse as she had just woken up. No surprise, the bandit King seemed to always have a lot on her mind. She tugged the cloak's hood up, not wanting to be recognized since her face was well known, and stepped towards the doorway, lingering behind Amaury and watching the scene between Maren and the other silently.
((ur good homie))
When Amaury appeared, the mercenary released his grasp on the girl and put his hand on the hilt of his sword that he had at his waist. He gave the mason an assessing look, sizing the other man up for a moment before he drew his hands up in mock surrender.
“Easy now, just wishing to show the lass a good time.” The man grinned wryly, not intimidated by the dagger now that he got a better look at him. He took a step back, obviously not in the mood for a fight; The man seemed to have just been interested in harassing the lady and seemed to be deterred easily enough. “Perhaps I will see you around if you wanna take me up on my offer.” He addressed Maren then and turned away back down the hall, not bothering to wait for a reply. She didn’t give one.
Once the man was out of sight, Maren gave a sigh of relief and spoke, “Thank you, Amaury.” She looked at the dagger he held little curiously and gave a small smile, grateful. She shifted the jug in her hands and offered Amaury a cup, and felt a little proud at having not dropped or spilled anything during the encounter. “I’m sorry if I caused trouble, did you sleep well?”
“Easy now, just wishing to show the lass a good time.” The man grinned wryly, not intimidated by the dagger now that he got a better look at him. He took a step back, obviously not in the mood for a fight; The man seemed to have just been interested in harassing the lady and seemed to be deterred easily enough. “Perhaps I will see you around if you wanna take me up on my offer.” He addressed Maren then and turned away back down the hall, not bothering to wait for a reply. She didn’t give one.
Once the man was out of sight, Maren gave a sigh of relief and spoke, “Thank you, Amaury.” She looked at the dagger he held little curiously and gave a small smile, grateful. She shifted the jug in her hands and offered Amaury a cup, and felt a little proud at having not dropped or spilled anything during the encounter. “I’m sorry if I caused trouble, did you sleep well?”
Amaury kept his gaze on the mercenary's, trying to look intimidating despite his clear lack of experience. He was relieved to see that the man was not interested in a scuffle, enough to let his 'tough' facade falter once the fellow had turned his back. Though the mason was well aware that Iskra had showed up behind him he didn't want to bring too much attention to her, instead focusing on Maren while things calmed down.
Glancing behind her, Amaury put his dagger away, eager to take the cup from her hands. "No trouble." He said, having brought the cup close to his lips. "I did." He glanced again.
Glancing behind her, Amaury put his dagger away, eager to take the cup from her hands. "No trouble." He said, having brought the cup close to his lips. "I did." He glanced again.
Iskra just went to lay back in bed; it made a soft creak as she dropped her weight into it, and she buried her face into the pillow with a soft sigh. Slowly, the woman curled back up in her cloak, wrapping it tight around her body, She sat silently, only listening to the voices of her companions.
Maren followed Iskra into the room and set the cup and pitcher onto the table. She turned to look to her and said quietly, "I'm glad you made it safely back to us. Rest as long as you like." before turning back to Amaury.
"I am ready to go into town whenever you are... I hope we don't run into people like that again though." She said with a frown, and began trying to comb her hair into a more manageable appearance with her fingers.
"I am ready to go into town whenever you are... I hope we don't run into people like that again though." She said with a frown, and began trying to comb her hair into a more manageable appearance with her fingers.
Amaury trailed behind them into the room, closing the door behind him as Iskra lay back down and Maren set down the pitcher. He glanced at the bandit king enviously-- he still desired to see the town but less so, considering that mercenary was not likely to be alone. Thinking dully on what to do if the man were to return, the mason turned his head toward the unicorn when she spoke to him.
"We might, unfortunately. He looked like a sellsword. If we find him with friends, we should run. Otherwise, uh... I'm ready. Lets go." The man placed his hands against the doorknob again, hesitant to open it but not keen on keeping her waiting either. He turned his wrist and pushed the door open again to give Maren a path into the hall. "I'll bet the other townsfolk are much more agreeable."
"We might, unfortunately. He looked like a sellsword. If we find him with friends, we should run. Otherwise, uh... I'm ready. Lets go." The man placed his hands against the doorknob again, hesitant to open it but not keen on keeping her waiting either. He turned his wrist and pushed the door open again to give Maren a path into the hall. "I'll bet the other townsfolk are much more agreeable."
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