Another day in the Tavern

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She nods to Tarran and speaks in his mind, "Very well, I don't know how to ride a worg but I shall be fine walking. I have walked great distances before and it shan't bother me now. Thank you for getting the supplies, and we'll be in contact. Oh, I know this sounds odd, but please stay in a room as close to mine as you can. I have an expected visitor tomorrow and wish to make sure he wasn't followed."

She looks to Xavim and then back to Tarran, now speaking aloud, "Gentleman if you don't mind I wish to get some rest. So if you'll leave my room I shall bathe and set off to sleep."

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

{ooc: Nice character pics! }

 

[Lord Tarran]

Why do you think it took so long to get rooms? Tarran replied. I have already arranged for a room next door for myself. I'm going to get some sleep now. Wake me when your guest arrives.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She nods, "Oh, my mistake. I will try and remember too..." She smiles at him and waits for him to leave the room.

 

[Lord Tarran]

The wolf heads out, and waits for the door to close, before entering his room, and spending a good couple hours recovering his spells and energies. He then proceeds to don the claws onto his armor, and the helm, before shifting into his smaller wolf forming, heading out the door, and curling up in front of Elona's doorway, ears and nose open, while he rests his eyes.

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Elona spends her time bathing in a warm bath, dresses in her nightgown, and brushes her hair afterwards. Each time the brush strokes down her hair she begins to count aloud, "1...2...3...4...5...6...7..." until she gets to one hundred, then she puts her brush down and walks over to the bed. Elona lays down beneath the covers and starts to close her eyes when she feels a tap on her shoulder. She opens her eyes,

"What..? Oh, Brenan... your here already?"

Tarran would be able to smell the scent of another from within her room.

 

[Lord Tarran]

Not only does the wolf nose pick up the sudden scent in the room, but the entire body does as the mind was not fully up. The wolf was suddenly bearsized as he barreled through the door, fangs slamming shut an inch away from the visitors head. Suddenly, a man cloaked in a blood red robe, holding an axe above Elona comes visible, as his head is crunched in, his body thrown through the window from the impact. No blood hits the floor (Happy Siani ). Tarran comes out of wolf form, his armor melding into him instead of being out. He motions to the broken window, blue light flowing from his hand. It mends, as Tarran wipes blood away from his lips. He gestures to the air in general.

That would happen to be one of the guys you were afraid would follow, would it?

He raises an eyebrow, as he sits in the chair he had sat in earlier. He motions to the other stranger.

Come, come, Elona, who's your friend?

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She watches Tarran destroy the man and then watches the body fly out the window. The look of surprise crosses her face and then she looks to Tarran, "Actually, yes it was. Thank you...." She takes a second to compose herself then stands up. As she stands the man bows to her and Elona smiles. She looks to Tarran and then to the man and finally back to Tarran, "Tarran meet Brenan, Brenan meet Tarran. Tarran, Brenan is a messenger from my father's palace."

The man nods and then bows to Tarran, "Its a pleasure to meet you."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran offers his hand to the man, a slightly apologetic look on his face.

Nice to meet you as well. No need for formalities with me. Sorry about the fright if there was one. I'm a bit defensize when people threaten friends with axes.

He walks to the door, and begins repairing it with another spell.

I also tend to be a bit defensive of those under my guardianship.

He smiles to Elona as he finishs his work. He says in mind speak:

Do you think I should tell him? Or do want to? Or do want to let him be confused?

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

Brenan looks curiously to Tarran, "Guardianship?"

Elona looks to Tarran with a smile, "You may tell him.

She looks down at what she is wearing and her cheeks turn a slight rosey colour, "Oh, my.. forgive me gentlemen I need to change." She walks into the bathroom and changes, then walks back out smiling.