Talbot smiled once again at Vellia before he got up, having finished his breakfast soup. He brought the bowl to the counter and set it there, sliding a few coins to the innkeep. The man took them with a smile. He must have almost gone crazy with all the ruckus we made last night. Talbot sighed, turning to the rest of the group. ”Come on, everyone. We have to get going. Next stop, Ferox! I think…” he shouted as loud as he could, turning his back on the group and walking outside. The sorcerer pulled off his azure hat and winced a bit as he ran his hand through his… hair. Oh. Right. He was bald. He felt like whining at the moment, but he was afraid at what everyone would say.
He had asked a trustworthy looking man to buy him a horse, and gave him the coin to do so. When he was asked what kind of horse he wanted, he simply replied, ”One that won’t bite and won’t mind a singing man on its back.”
The man returned a while after, explaining to him that he had bought him a gray, roan horse that would easily carry him across the deserts of Plegia. Talbot didn’t know much about horses, but he was told that it was in front of the inn. He hobbled out and glanced up at the hitch, seeing a delicate, long legged mare that was dark gray in color, flecked with white. She had a beautiful hue, but her hair was matted and tangled, and she seemed to be blind in one eye. Perhaps that was why the man was able to get it for such a low price.
Thankfully the mare had a saddle on her already. Talbot walked up to her and attempted to get on. The first few tries were failures; pain seared across his legs and torso as he tried to haul himself onto the saddle. Just as he was about to give up, however, he finally climbed onto the saddle and sat upright. ”Ah.” he said, clicking his tongue as he pulled on the reigns to the young but partially blind horse. He led it to the front of the inn and patted her side. She would be a comfortable mount. She seemed mellow. ”I’ll call you Frost. We’ll be like two peas in a pod, you’ll see~” he glanced up at the inn and frowned.
”Oi! Hurry up!”
Lumara was busy picking some dirt from under Caius’s scales when the injured mage rode up to the entrance of the inn on a freckled horse. It was a shaggy thing, it was… Lumara patted the side of Caius’s neck and grinned up at her beast. ”That thing isn’t even a snack for you, is it?” she laughed. ”It has no meat on its bones… just look at it!” the animal made a low grunting sound before raising his head toward Talbot and his horse, blinking his amber eyes. ”Well, I gotta see if that mage is coming. If no one listens to that baldy, he’ll yell even harder.”
And so, the woman stepped into the inn, stretching. I do hope that I caught that Logan’s attention. He seems like the kind of guy someone like me would like to spend time with… Walking up the stairs, she avoided bumping into a shirtless, black haired man (who she promptly eyed), and went to the room where all of the noise was coming from. For some reason, she just knew that Logan would be in there. And, when she peered inside, she saw him.
”We’re leaving.” she told the two men in the room. Her green eyes flicked to Logan and then back to the blond haired man. Who was that? He seemed to be from the area… ”Why is your nose bleeding?” she questioned as she glanced back at Logan.
Lumara leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she restrained a hiccup that wanted to escape her lips. Logan was a cute guy… a very curious one, as well. But that man on the bed was handsome—she hadn’t seen blue eyes like his before. ”You.” she motioned toward him with a jerk of her head. ”What’s your name? You should get out of bed before that mage yells again.”
Ambra was concerned when Zaino collapsed onto his knees, almost asking if he was okay. However, she knew that it was better if she didn’t—it was obvious that he wasn’t and he might snap at her in annoyance. There was one thing that she learned from him so far: one shouldn’t mess with him. That was exactly what she was doing. So, she remained silent as he got to his feet and looked at her from in between his fingers. He told her that he would consider staying if she gave back his shirt. Ambra looked down at it and was about to give it to him when she heard someone say it was time to leave. Excited, she simply tossed it at him and rushed down the hall.
She darted down the stairs and outside, where she stood waiting for the rest of the group to follow. Ambra caught sight of two beasts, one gray horse and one brown wyvern that she recognized from the battle. It was that blond woman’s mount, and quite the beast it was. Even though it seemed to have a lazy expression on its face, muscles rippled under its scales and its talons gleamed in the hot, early morning sun. The second animal did not seem to be quite as fierce. Its rider was currently sitting on it. That’s Talbot… how did he get on it? she wondered before turning toward the door of the inn.
Even though it was before ten in the morning, as she could tell from the position of the sun in the sky, it was ridiculously hot. How a place could be so warm during the daylight hours and cold during the nighttime, she didn’t know. I wish I was back at Ylisse. Ambra thought as she looked down at her feet. Hopefully we can get back soon.
He had asked a trustworthy looking man to buy him a horse, and gave him the coin to do so. When he was asked what kind of horse he wanted, he simply replied, ”One that won’t bite and won’t mind a singing man on its back.”
The man returned a while after, explaining to him that he had bought him a gray, roan horse that would easily carry him across the deserts of Plegia. Talbot didn’t know much about horses, but he was told that it was in front of the inn. He hobbled out and glanced up at the hitch, seeing a delicate, long legged mare that was dark gray in color, flecked with white. She had a beautiful hue, but her hair was matted and tangled, and she seemed to be blind in one eye. Perhaps that was why the man was able to get it for such a low price.
Thankfully the mare had a saddle on her already. Talbot walked up to her and attempted to get on. The first few tries were failures; pain seared across his legs and torso as he tried to haul himself onto the saddle. Just as he was about to give up, however, he finally climbed onto the saddle and sat upright. ”Ah.” he said, clicking his tongue as he pulled on the reigns to the young but partially blind horse. He led it to the front of the inn and patted her side. She would be a comfortable mount. She seemed mellow. ”I’ll call you Frost. We’ll be like two peas in a pod, you’ll see~” he glanced up at the inn and frowned.
”Oi! Hurry up!”
Lumara was busy picking some dirt from under Caius’s scales when the injured mage rode up to the entrance of the inn on a freckled horse. It was a shaggy thing, it was… Lumara patted the side of Caius’s neck and grinned up at her beast. ”That thing isn’t even a snack for you, is it?” she laughed. ”It has no meat on its bones… just look at it!” the animal made a low grunting sound before raising his head toward Talbot and his horse, blinking his amber eyes. ”Well, I gotta see if that mage is coming. If no one listens to that baldy, he’ll yell even harder.”
And so, the woman stepped into the inn, stretching. I do hope that I caught that Logan’s attention. He seems like the kind of guy someone like me would like to spend time with… Walking up the stairs, she avoided bumping into a shirtless, black haired man (who she promptly eyed), and went to the room where all of the noise was coming from. For some reason, she just knew that Logan would be in there. And, when she peered inside, she saw him.
”We’re leaving.” she told the two men in the room. Her green eyes flicked to Logan and then back to the blond haired man. Who was that? He seemed to be from the area… ”Why is your nose bleeding?” she questioned as she glanced back at Logan.
Lumara leaned against the wall, crossing her arms as she restrained a hiccup that wanted to escape her lips. Logan was a cute guy… a very curious one, as well. But that man on the bed was handsome—she hadn’t seen blue eyes like his before. ”You.” she motioned toward him with a jerk of her head. ”What’s your name? You should get out of bed before that mage yells again.”
Ambra was concerned when Zaino collapsed onto his knees, almost asking if he was okay. However, she knew that it was better if she didn’t—it was obvious that he wasn’t and he might snap at her in annoyance. There was one thing that she learned from him so far: one shouldn’t mess with him. That was exactly what she was doing. So, she remained silent as he got to his feet and looked at her from in between his fingers. He told her that he would consider staying if she gave back his shirt. Ambra looked down at it and was about to give it to him when she heard someone say it was time to leave. Excited, she simply tossed it at him and rushed down the hall.
She darted down the stairs and outside, where she stood waiting for the rest of the group to follow. Ambra caught sight of two beasts, one gray horse and one brown wyvern that she recognized from the battle. It was that blond woman’s mount, and quite the beast it was. Even though it seemed to have a lazy expression on its face, muscles rippled under its scales and its talons gleamed in the hot, early morning sun. The second animal did not seem to be quite as fierce. Its rider was currently sitting on it. That’s Talbot… how did he get on it? she wondered before turning toward the door of the inn.
Even though it was before ten in the morning, as she could tell from the position of the sun in the sky, it was ridiculously hot. How a place could be so warm during the daylight hours and cold during the nighttime, she didn’t know. I wish I was back at Ylisse. Ambra thought as she looked down at her feet. Hopefully we can get back soon.