Well...had had an...accident a while back. Anri looked down and Chaz frowned.
Anri's brother, he ah...he got caught in a fire. Played the violin. Beautiful music. A wagon went up. We still don't know why. He cleared his throat, trying to change the subject.
Umm...just a man. An older man, lets us stop on his property. I'm not even sure of his name.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Uhh...well, you know, there are a lot of us. He doesn't talk to very many of us, he keeps to himself. We heard that a long time ago he was helped by some gypsies and wants to pay the favor back. Lately he's been very, very quiet. Didn't even come out last time. Since Danius died, seems like.
Getting dark, anyways. Look, his house is up there.
He pointed into the distance, and there on a hill was a house surrounded on three sides by a river.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
It seemed as though some of the other wagons were stopping and beginning to unpack. Chaz bit his lip as he slowly guided the smoke-spitting horseless wagon to a stop near the river. He sighed and wiped off his hands. Anri spoke up, cheerfully.
Will you be going on or staying here for tonight? Chaz gave her a strange look. Anri continued, undaunted.
We probably have another bed, or we could work something out. You know, three is company.
She smiled mischeviously, and Chaz looked from her to Sabal in a mild panic. He whispered to her frantically.
You can't just...we barely know her!
I was just asking, Chaz...
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Anri smiled and chuckled, getting up and walking past Sabal into the wagon itself. Chaz sighed and wiped his face, looking apologetically at Sabal.
Sorry. She's a little...eh. Anyways. We'll be stopping here for the night. You can go out and do whatever, but if you do decide to stick around just come back here and we'll figure out a place you can sleep. His ears slicked back on his head.
That wasn't another....you know what I mean.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Aug 30, 2011 23:08:37 GMT -5
Sabalae'lochan squared her shoulders as she approached the door. How best was it to approach this topic? Sabalae'lochan did not muse about it for long, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
(Taking over on this account.) It was a moment before someone answered the door. Finally, an old man opened it a crack and looked out. His eyes widened as he saw Sabal on the doorstep, but his voice was even and measured, if old and creaky.
I'm sorry, but if you're with the travelers, I would rather not talk to you right now. I am very busy with....things.
Post by Sabalae'lochan Do'afin on Sept 9, 2011 18:30:10 GMT -5
I..uh...
Sabalae'lochan all but blinked and she was looking at the door. What ever happened to hospitality and the like? She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck. Time to find a window, maybe a celler with creepy spiders the size of walnuts ready to jump at unsuspecting bystanderds in the dark and eat their face. Sabalae'lochan shivered and hoped to find a window and not a celler.