Dark of Night: Part Two
Dark of Night: Part Three
Dark of Night: Part Four
Characters:
Windige
Malrath and Perion D'havok
Malrath suddenly appeared in the room he and Perion were sharing, lit by a single candle only because Perion needed to see the colors of the disguise kits he was packing up for later use. He did not look the least bit surprised when his taller brother dropped in without any warning. Instead, he looked up at Malrath, sighed, and shook his head as though ashamed for the other dökkálfar.
What? Malrath's hands demanded, and while the gesture was sharp, he lightened the expression with another motion indicating his anger was in jest... for now.
You are so cute, sometimes, Perion signed back,
That is, if by 'cute' one means 'totally and completely lame.'
Malrath, his cloak slung over his arm, came further into the room and threw the garment in his brother's face and chuckled.
And sometimes I put makeup on you and make you wear a dress. I consider us even. At least I don't eavesdrop on your private conversations.
Perion laughed, though not audibly.
Ah, you don't eavesdrop because all you'd hear is, 'Ooh! Aah! Yes, right there, Perion!' But yes, despite your measures to ensure otherwise, I guarantee you I heard nearly every word. I do hope you got your jollies petting our traveling companion's ears and hair. There's something rather spiritual there, something meaningful, no doubt.
Malrath frowned, and he gestured sharply,
Shut up, Perion. Perion, knowing when to stop pushing, cut his teasing short as Malrath pulled out his earring and replaced it in his ear.
Are we ready to leave tomorrow?
Perion nodded, and the matter was settled. The brothers stripped down to their skivvies and curled into the same bed, and in only a few short moments, each of them had cast their minds into the realm of dreams via the trance that only those of elven lineage could master.
Yawning toothily, Windige stretched out on the bed, having slept in it backwards and diagonally, then used the pillows to cushion her back and knees. The sheets were slightly creased but decently unused. She floated above the bed, wearing none of the clothes that had been bought for her, and yawned again. It was the gray light of the dawn that her eyes adjusted to behind the slight curtains of the window, and she wondered when they would be leaving.
A knock sounded on her door early in the morning, perhaps too early for some folk, but Malrath could hear Windige stirring. "Windige?" he called softly from behind the door. "Are you awake?"
Remembering the clothes, Windige respectfully slipped some on and opened the door for him, "I am. Are we leaving?"
Malrath nodded; his black-dyed locks bounced in front of his pale-painted face. "After breakfast." He was back to his usual self, and he grinned mischievously. "I ordered a cow for you downstairs." He turned and led the way to the tavern room. Perion waved as they descended the stairs, but there was no cow in sight--only a glass of milk sitting on the table at each of three places. Perion's was already half-gone.
Windige descended the stairs with the tunic and cloak on, a small pack on her back with the rest of the articles inside. Sitting down, the Himmel sipped the milk curiously, the bracelet she wore so that could remain unseen by magic catching the light and flickering it across the room. So far, only one other guest was awake and eating, a hunter of sorts. The two men sitting in front of her blocked his view of her, if he hadn't of seen her walk down. "Where are we headed next?" Windige asked the brothers.
Stumble!