Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Yvonne glared at the woman for a second before she whirled on her foot and walked to the stairs. To the girl, she said, "Sure. I'm Freya, from Winding Circle. Who're you?" Turning the subject back to the rooms, she said, "And the rooms are this way." Quieter, so that only the Lightsbridge girl could hear her, she muttered, "They're also not worth the money we paid for them. The locks are pathetic--I hope you brought some anti-theft measures. Mine is, anyway."

Yvonne nodded and continued up the stairs, pausing once to see if the girl was still following her. She had forgotten her mage kit in the room--idiotic of her, but she didn't always need it--so she needed to visit her room again anyway. As she walked up the stairs, another lodger--probably the only other one in the city--brushed past her, glancing only once at her before shoving past and stumping down to the woman, to whom he said gruffly, "Here." There was a clatter of coins before he lowered his voice and began chattering.

The girl was obviously curious, so she enticed a string of wind to carry the conversation to her. Unfortunately, the efforts were for nothing as all she heard was, "...night," before the man stomped off.

He's got a bad leg, Yvonne noted absently as he disappeared through the door.

"Haha," Yvonne laughed. "I was acting like a complete donkey down there too." The girl was in a good mood at the moment, having vented her irritation on someone. They arrived at the series of rooms. The girl pointed to the one right next to her's and said, "Your's is over here. We got the odd ones--the better ones. They're facing towards the sea, instead of the road."

Yvonne nodded as her hand rested on her doorknob. "I need to get my mage kit--forgot it," she said sheepishly. She paused. "Are you for going around after you're done settling in? I have to go around and map out the surroundings, anyway, to see where the damage is worst at. We could find lunch, after, too, if you wouldn't mind." With that, the girl swept into her room and snatched her bag off the bed, where she had left it.

Yvonne hung the kit crosswise across her body. The kit was no featherweight, but after having used it for so long, she had become accustomed to the weight. She walked out the door, but not before she set a breeze on the door the prevent anyone from opening it. She hoped the window would be safe, but after a pause she used a dab of magic to get a breeze to hold that shut, too. Exiting, she found Vivian standing there.

"Hello," Yvonne said again, smiling politely. "I guess that means we're off!" As they walked down the stairs, she asked, "Do you want to see the seaside first? I've heard the pirates are drawn to these places like flies to a carcass--I just want to make sure there're no pirates anywhere near by."

ooc; Time frame...?
-is a bit slow- o3o

-- Edited by Souki on Tuesday 14th of April 2009 01:33:51 AM

ooc;; ah, sorry.
it's still more medieval-ish. girls still wear dresses and most of the things that go with them (most of them, anyway) and guys still wear tunics, breeches, and such. |D

bic;;

"Pirates." Yvonne said the word like it was a curse; although the girl personally had not had to deal with pirates, she had heard tales of what they did. She sighed and watched as Vivian slowed down. Tilting her head, the younger girl slowed down to match pace and glanced up ahead. "Well, we're probably going to check out the coves, first; I'm supposing that a town like this wouldn't have a spell net like we did at Winding Circle."

The two approached the beach... if it could be called a beach. There wasn't much sand, instead breaking from sea to only a meter or two of rocky sand before becoming a rocky maze of sea water and various tide pools. Pursing her lips, Yvonne slipped off her shoes and left them where it was dry. Hitching up her skirts--she had managed to skive off a few layers, but there was still enough to give her hands plenty to do--the girl stepped onto the slick rocks.

She wobbled dangerously for a few seconds before regaining her balance and taking a few quick steps further down the shoreline. Yvonne tilted her head and considered the other girl's question. "I guess that's a story that can wait until during lunch. For now, I'd really like to know if there're pirates. I think there's a drier place where we can check it out later...." Her voice trailed off as she tired to peer around the cliff that jutted out in front of her, neatly cutting off her view of the shoreline further down.

Yvonne felt slightly guilty for trying to avoid the question, but what could she do? She really didn't want to give out her life's story to someone she had just met. Besides, she had learned that many didn't take well to her often-times too descriptive story of her past: Sure, she liked to elaborate on things that people liked to skim over, but wasn't that life? Luck sometimes seemed pretty fond of sticking people's faces into holes and keeping them there for an uncalled for ammount of time, and Yvonne was doing that justice.

In her humble and often wrong opinion.