I'm not sure what town we're in. I never really know. We're alive and well. Short on cash, mind you, but that doesn't matter. I look across the room at my dear companion and smile. She's scowling back at me. I feel she's been there for some time, watching. I shove my pens, books, clothing- everything inton my backpack. Most of my notebooks I carry with me are blank, but incase I ever feel a yearning to logg our travels I'll have them handy. Tonight we're performing a 'dine 'n' dash', only with an inn. Remember when I said we were poor? Well, this is evidence. I raise my head to see my compainion looming impatiantly above me. I get to my feet, fasten my cloak and shove my sword into it's holster, nearly skewering my thigh. I run to the window after my companion, almost tripping over my cloak. Being nearly fifteen yet only one-hundred-and-fifty-five centimetres tall, tripping on it is but an everyday occurence for me. I stand upon the balchoney, take a deep breath and with that take a leap of faith into the dark abyss that is the night.
Hiiroo · Fri Jun 01, 2007 @ 05:36pm · 6 Comments |