Snippet #2021881

Linde awoke at the crack of dawn as always when the sun peeked through her window. Her eyes slid open slowly and then shifted to look at the source of the light.

"... Time's up..." She said quietly to herself as she stood up from the bed.

She walked out of her room without any further words and to the bathing room where she and Aleiva would wash themselves after a day's work. She stripped her clothing and stepped into the bath as the water began to envelope her as her body descended into the tub. The warm sensation began to ease her body's weariness, for despite her sleep she felt quite worn and unrelaxed. The water helped immensely as her skin began to soften under the heat and she felt the purifying effects taking hold.

When she was finished, she stepped out of the bath and drained the water before drying herself off with her towel. When she was finished she hung the towel on the wall and walked back to her room. She donned simple undergarments before donning her full armor, the red and black metal glistening in the light as she looked to the wall where her spear hung. She removed it and swung it lightly a few times to acclimate herself to its weight. After a certain amount of time not using a weapon, it was a wise idea to test its weight and allow oneself to get to know it again before use. Using a weapon without getting used to the weight was always a bad idea no matter how strong you are, and so when she was satisfied that she knew her weapon again she clipped it into a small "sheath" on her back which held it in place just off the ground and out of the way of her legs.

She grabbed a pouch from the wall and filled it with a small assortment of herbs and extracts that she knew both Aleiva and herself could use on the trip for various purposes. She grabbed a slightly larger pouch that hung over her shoulder for some of the things she knew she would make regular use of such as her canteen and a few small tools for harvesting plants and skinning animals. Linde always caught, killed, and ate her own meals unless Aleiva insisted on cooking or dining in the village. This way of living was ingrained in her from her father, as he had been a halfway decent hunter like his father before him and grew up with the knowledge that life was precious and not to be wasted. "If you kill it, you eat it." That was her grandfather's way of thinking and it worked well enough for her.

She did a quick check of herself, her armor, and her two pouches before setting off from the Apothecary. She walked in silence on her way towards the bridge and when she arrived, it was something of a pitiful sight.

The journey hadn't even begun and the Dragon Slayer was already in trouble.

Ugh... That does not bode well for this venture. She thought.

She looked over and saw Aleiva trying to get their attention and so she walked over to her friend and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Aleiva, don't bother... I'll do it." She said gently with something of a forced smile.

She let go of Aleiva's shoulder and turned her head towards where the Delerian and Lord Thorndike were. She carefully pushed her way through what was left of the crowd before coming to a stop in front of the two men. She locked her eyes onto Lord Thorndikes and her expression darkened as her left hand slowly and unconsciously made its way to the body of her spear, though she did not draw it.

"You and I are going to have a long conversation about this when I return, and you aren't going to enjoy it. Try to avoid it, and you'll regret it. Do I make myself clear?" She said in a stern and commanding voice.

There were a few murmurs from the crowd about how she had just spoken to Lord Thorndike, and a few people even looked to him and asked if he was going to just let her speak to him like that.

She paid the crowd absolutely zero attention as her eyes slid to the Dragon Slayer. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she came forward and knelt down in front of him. Her armor was form fitting and tight to her body which she knew would spark his interest and undoubtedly would lead to him ogling her later if he wasn't already though he wasn't voicing it yet. She placed her hand on his shoulder just above his wound and gave it a light squeeze.

Speaking in a soft tone in the Delerian language, she locked her eyes on his before speaking.

"Remove your shirt please..." She requested as she removed her hand.