OoC: This takes place right after
The Pearl of the White knight. People that are reading this might want to read that first. Ok, Sakume here we go.
Bic: Raziel and Sara had been walking along the shoreline for a few hours now since he woke up. The werewolf still hadn’t got his strength back since taking the pearl. Sara was supporting most of his body and was becoming tired herself. She wasn’t sure how long they been in that cave, but she knew its been a while. She was sleepy, tired and hungry from not haven’t ate since she met Raziel for the first time back then. Raziel nodded in an out; she guess he was trying to keep watch the best he could.
Both of them reached a town that sat by the shore. They were a mess and hadn’t cleaned up any since falling into that tar pit deep in the cave. Sara’s beautiful red skirt now black from that tar like liquid. She knew that whatever it was would come off easy like it didn’t with her hands so she wasn‘t too worst about it. The town people could tell by looking at the two that walked through the streets that they had been through a lot. Raziel’s hair was a mix of blue and brown and most of it hung towards his head coving his face that hung over Sara’s shoulder. Sara’s hair was no better as it hung all over her body covering her face, back, everything it could reach.
She had lost the pink bow that kept it in place, but for now she was more worried about finding a place to stay. “Miss you need some help?” one of the men at watched her walk into town asked. Sara did like him, but seeing Raziel sleeping body over her calmed her. She kept walking not stopping and didn’t look at the man that offered her some help.
“No. I got him. Could you tell me where the inn is in this town?” She was tired, she knew that, but she never trusted others right away and wanted to make sure he got there safe. She followed the directions that the man gave her to a large building at the end of a street.
“It seems that this places gets a lot of visitors Raziel,” the young women said softly to him even though he was dead sleep by now. She was happy that he finally became comfortable enough to rest. A bright smile came to her face looking at him sleeping.
“May I help you two?” the old hotel keep asked turning around to see the two. The old women was shocked to see the two that looked like they been to hell and back. Sara slowly made her way over to the old lady her body having trouble keeping Raziel up. “Do you guys need a room?” she asked trying not to ask them about what happen.
“Yes, can you get us a room with two beds,” Sara replied not really wanting to be in the same room, but didn’t want to leave Raziel a lone more. The old lady nodded and hand Sara a key to one of the rooms in eye reach then helped her carry Raziel to the room. Sara opened the door and the two laid him in the bed at the end of the room. “Oh how much is it?”
“You can pay me in the morning when you two get yourselves together. There’s a bathroom in here and a place to wish your cloth in there also. For now have a good night you two,” the old lady said and walked out the room closing the door behind her.
Sara stood in the middle of the room and glanced at the different things in the room. There was a table by the wall where the door to the bathroom was and on the other side of the room the second bed. Everything was made out of some kind of wood, but Sara wasn’t sure what kind. She placed the key down on the desk sighing a little tired from her long trip. She walked into the bathroom and seen the floor was made from gray tiles.
She gazed into the mirror seeing herself and didn’t know what she was going to do. Everything was messed up from her hair to her clothes and makeup. It looked like a hopeless job to clear herself up again, but she knew she couldn’t rest if she didn‘t clean up. Sara begun washing up and a few hours later came out in one of the hotel robes and laid her wet clothes on the heater.
She looked out the window and saw that nighttime had begun to rise while she was cleaning up. Her wet brown hair finally seemed to have life in it again. She dazed off into the small little bit of the moon that showed to night. The moon reminded her of a legend that she wanted to look into. She wondered if Raziel would mind if they went off to check this out. Sara turned her head and glaze at the peaceful man that slept like a baby. She wanted to giggle at how cute he looked, but didn’t want to wake him. Coving him up with the blanket again she when to the desk.
Finding a piece of paper in the desk and a pen she wrote down the tale as she remembered it; hoping when he woke up he would see it and want to come with her. At the end she made sure to write that she hoped that Raziel would join her and fell asleep with the note under her hand at the desk. The trip took more out of her then she thought and her body face Raziel with a smile that no one had ever seen. It was a soft, kind, gentle smile that was pure from any act she put on when she wake. It showed what she truly felt at the moment sleeping in the room. She too had finally become relaxed enough to sleep in this odd town. She was hungry, but she would find some food later in the day she thought in her dreams.