The woman walked rather briskly, considering her stature, her wavy black hair bouncing about as they made their way towards the inn. It really was a quaint little town, now that it wasn't pouring rain. As they continued their little trek Saoirse did her best to keep her eyes forward. Though they wandered back to the priest from time to time. What was it about him? His tall stature? His strict face? She just couldn't help herself. He began to explain the building before them, but the girl couldn't take the time to really appreciate it. Her attention was immediately elsewhere. The smell of a well cooked meal and music to top it off. Oh gods this was to be her saving grace. Never had she been so thankful for her layers of clothing to muffle the rumbling of her belly.
The witch's bright and sparkling eyes wandered about the interior of the Inn. It was marvelously crafted. Though she didn't have much time to enjoy it before something came rushing towards them. The innkeeper. A stout woman with a strong grip. Her attention moved from her to Kay'zha then back to her. There was no time to reply before the two got to talking, leaving the poor little thing stammering before simply stopping. What a difference in energies.
She bowed to the woman as they were lead somewhere to sit, the girl watching her quietly, staying behind Kay'zha as best she could. She wanted no trouble, no sir she did not. The prospect of meat got her to perk up however. She could feel the dool pooling in her mouth. Swallowing hard, the witch took her seat beside the preacher. It was strange, sharing a meal with the man who's church she'd broken into the night before. It wasn't unpleasant though.
The eyes upon her were no matter, a bright smile turned towards the priest. This was not her first time in a foreign town. Of course, there was little time for conversation before the meal arrived. A chill ran down her back as she whimpered. Oh she wanted to eat. Now. It looked so good, and smelt even better. What were these spices that danced on her nose? She didn't have time to sample before the woman inquired about how it tasted. There were no words she had for her yet. There wasn't time to speak however, because soon she had taken off to get her some bread. A warm chuckle left little Saoirse as she turned to Kay'zha.
" She's so vibrant... Thank you, Kay'zha. I appreciate the meal." Thanked the girl, taking her spoon and finally taking a moment to enjoy the stew
As it hit her mouth she practically melted. Oh gods it was delicious. Maybe it was the hunger talking, but the spices seemed to tell of the innkeeper herself. Warm and soothing was what she would describe it with. The meat was tender enough that it practically melted. What meat was it? beef? Pork? Venison? She didn't know, but it was so good she was practically moved to tears. It was hard to keep herself from stuffing her face like a wild-man. She saw Rose return, looking up with glossy eyes and a flush face.
"This... this is amazing! Many thanks, Miss Rose! The spices, the meat! It's enough to warm me to the core!" Exclaimed the little woman, the smile upon her face sweet enough to hurt one's teeth. It remained for just a moment before softening. She bit her lip. "D-do you happen to have any rooms available? I have a little coin, and I need shelter while I repair my cart's oil cloth. A small, simple room if you have any available would be best..." Her inquiry was genuine. As much as Kay'zha had offered her to stay at the church, she left she was intruding.
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