We were getting closer and closer to the end of the journey every day. It's been four days since my fall and we were at the last village before the boarder. I'd been riding with Tyce every day, but after we stopped in the village for supplies I was going back on my own horse.
I was all too relieved to be riding on my own again soon. I didn't know if it was my imagination or not, but it seemed that Tyce's arms were closer against my sides now than they had been four days ago. I kept having treacherous thoughts of turning and kissing him... so it was very important that I got some space soon. I'd done my best at giving him the cold shoulder, but gave up after day two. There was something about him that didn't allow me to stay mad. Damn it.
"We should spend the night here," Draven commented as we left our horses at the stable at the edge of town.
I looked up at the low sun. "I agree."
"Would a village this small have an inn?" Nix asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. We hadn't stopped for long in this town last time.
"Well we'll find out," Tyce said as we stopped at a small restaurant.
We were seated by a friendly looking woman who told us what was on offer and took our orders. It wasn't a hugely expensive place, but looked like the kind of place to have high quality meals. I tried to ignore the stares I was getting. The gash on my face had scabbed over and now looked lovely. It should scar over soon though, I heal quickly.
Three days until we reach the boarder... I wonder if it'll have scared by then. Probably. I nearly smiled ruefully. If I did see Azel, I doubt he would want me like this, two scars on my face, a few on my back, I looked like part of the thief network. Not that I was, I'm a freelance thief; and proud.
"Es?" Draven tapped my arm.
"Hmm?" I looked up at him.
"Were you listening?"
He shook his head with a sigh. "How does your arm and leg feel?"
"Fine," I said honestly.
They had hurt like hell for the first two days after the fall, but I was fine now. I could walk without a limp and my arm only hurt when I tried to hit someone. I
tested that theory by challenging Draven to a mini-duel yesterday. I could run away and punch with my right arm, but not my left.
"I'm fine to start riding on my own again," I told him and Tyce.
"Okay," Draven nodded.
Tyce stared at me for a moment before looking away. I blinked and stared at the table. Just him looking at me was affecting me! Damn it I'm not as strong as I thought. The woman came back soon after that with our food.
I dug into my chicken wing happily. Yum... succulent roast chicken, crisped potatoes and golden sweet corn. I was in heaven. I ate faster then everyone else and called the woman back over when I was finished.
"Yes?" she smiled down at me.
"I was wondering if you have an inn in town," I asked politely.
"Yes," she nodded. "We have a small one near the stables. However I am not sure how many rooms there are vacant at the moment. There is another group
of travelers passing through at the moment."
"Thank you," I told her, returning her kind smile.
She nodded and left again.
"We have to see if they can take us," Nix said. "It's getting too late to put up camp."
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The Emerald ThiefFantasy
Esmeralda Stonegate has lived on the run for the past 2 years. She doesn't talk about why to anyone, not even her brother. She swore to herself never to cross the sea back to the land she's running from. She's about to break that promise. The Knight...