Snippet #2639488

Eilin ate in silence, gazing out toward the dusty window of the inn. There was a fresh sprinkling of snow slowly coming down outside. Any further trips out of the forest would be useless in this weather. Even if the pack was near-by, Eilin knew that they would be difficult to track and this fact bothered her more than she would have liked to admit.

She was about half-way done with her plate when the sound of approaching footsteps slowly eased her out of her thoughts. Eilin didn't have to wonder for long who it was, however. The moment she tore her gaze away from the window, turning her head to look around, Eilin found herself seated across from none other than Sverre. His appearance didn't so much as surprise her, now that she knew his whereabouts. Still, after all of the years that had passed, she had marvel at how straight-forward he was. Just like in the old days. Some things did not change.

The huntress's gaze hardened slightly at the question the demon posed. Did he really think she would tell him anything?

“Ready to tell me what your mission is here?” she countered his question, watching him with slightly narrowed eyes. Surprisingly, there was no malice in her gaze that morning. She had finally managed to gain control of her emotions that had escaped her when she first learned the truth about Sverre. She appeared much calmer, almost conversational. Yet still distant and somewhat curt.

“You traveled out of your way to reach this village after our first meeting,” she continued after a moment, stabbing at one of the small potatoes on her plate with a fork. She took a bite of it before turning her attention back to Sverre. “Why?” she asked.