Forest Tavern Inn

[calypsolothar]

Laying on her side, she could see the first rays of dawn trying to peek their way through the drawn curtains of her room. She barely moved these days; preferring to lay in bed. She knew he would be angry with her for the way she had been acting but she just couldn't seem to pull her self out of the depression of his death. It felt as if a part of her soul was missing. Her left hand laid on her stomach, swollen with their son, her wedding ring still on her finger. Sighing she pushed her self up and sat on the edge of the bed. Running her hands over her face, she got off the bed and made her way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, the depression showed. Her hair hung limp, dark circles made her brown hues almost black. For a fleeting second, she thought a bath would help. To hell with it.

Making her way down the stairs, her mind went over the afternoon at the castle. His mother had not said one word to her, his father had pitied no one but him self and his brother had said the most vile things to her. The room had cleared out and she had been left alone with him. She sat there, held his hand and talked to him. The servants had looked at her, thinking she had lost her mind. In truth she still hadn't wrapped her mind around it. He was gone and there was nothing she could do. Never had she felt so helpless. So hopeless. Some time had gone by when a maid had suggested she go and lay down. Thinking it would be best for the baby, she had moved to one of the over stuffed sofa's, laid down and instantly fallen asleep. When she had woken up, his body was gone. She didn't even want to know. She had gone to their room, packed her things and left the castle that night. Not once had she gone back.

The hot water was boiling as she relived that day. Making her self some tea, she put the pot, her mug and a plate of crackers on the tray. Carrying it back upstairs, she placed the tray on the night stand and crawled back in bed. Propping her self up, she reached for her mug, sipped her tea and rested her hand on her stomach. Soon she would give birth and knew that she would have to pull it together but for right now, she wanted to be left alone.

[Camthalion]

He knew not who ran the Inn, for that matter he had not known it was even here before today. Soft steps carried him along just another path. Something he found eased the mind was a long walk in a direction he had no idea about, no matter his years within GoldenMyst controlled lands, ever there were more treasures to be found. Dark brown hair, on the verge of black its self, draped over his shoulder, down to the middle of his back. Silken strands cut on either side of his hair by two generously peaked ears of pale complexion.

Pure emeralds were cast ahead of him, set to the front door. A delicate touch pressed and opened it. Assuming it was open and stepped into the main room of the building. Once the man came into view, much could be both known about him, raising just as many questions. He was clad in loose fitting material that was akin to that of oriental design. Hakama pants about his waist, kimono style vest clinging to his chest, a sash around his waist tied into an intricate knot that kept it all into place. The outfit was a dark blue color, accent near to each shoulder with white symbols. At his left side was a beautifully clad weapon, set into a hold scabbard, the hilt of it had his left hand resting atop it casually.

[calypsolothar]

The noise below had jerked her awake. She must have dozed off after she had finished her tea and crackers. Closing her eyes she knew the front door had opened and someone was below. Had she forgotten to lock the door again? Probably. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she tried to push her self up. Taking a deep breath, she heaved her body off the bed. It only took her one try. Walking to the door of her room, she hollered down.

"I will be just a moment. Please have a seat at the bar."

Into the bathroom she went. A brush through waist length black hair before she tied it at the nape of her neck with a strap of green ribbon. A splash of cold water to her face. Taking a drying cloth, she dried her face and chocolate brown hues looked back to her. Oh gods she really did look like hell. She shrugged and went to sit back on the bed to pull her boots on, she smoothed down the simple, empire waist gown. It was a light cotton in a deep shade of green. She decided to leave the tray on the night stand but before she left her room, she took a dagger and strapped it to her thigh. Could never be to safe. That was something he drilled into her head that day on the beach.

She left her room and made her way slowly down the stairs. As she hit the last step she stopped. She looked the gentleman over and gave him the barest hint of a smile as she took in the length of his hair and that is when she took notice of his ears. They didn't phase her. Neither did his style of dress. She got all types in the tavern. Her eyes came to rest on his hand gently laying on the hilt of his sword.

"Would you like something to eat or drink before you run me through?"

Her voice was light and teasing. A small glimpse of the kind of woman she had been. Smart mouth and able to take care of her self.