Clare sat up, "You little! That's it I'm done being nice, every one out of my bag, it's mine yep, no more sharing, Get out, I also payed for this room actually so you all can skedaddle out of here, Not once have I gotten a thank you, 'why thank you Clare for caring us through the mountains in the snow, thank you for Sharing your food and water with us Clare,' Seriously is it that hard to say! All I asked for was for you to not wake me up! That's it and you failed, you incompetent dust of the earth!" Her blood shot eye's Glared at Bella, "How dare you!"
Azriel's eyes widened, and she quickly backed up. As it turned out, yelling was much more intimidating when it sounded like a lot of nonsense, ironic as that might have been.
Clare looked over at Azriel's scarred face, "Not you, you're fine, you've done nothing wrong you sweet innocent child." She said sweetly before hardening again to face Bella, "You, you can leave, you've just made the one person in this room who was on your side mad at you, good job!" She said harshly
“Good. That was for taking away the one thing I had left. All for what, your reputation? At least you had one. At least you weren’t known by the few people that had known you as the living breathing science experiment. But I’m glad that my hair getting even shorter helped your reputation.” Bella wiped away a few tears that fell from hollow eyes. “I’ve never needed people on my side anyway. I’ve survived on my own for almost my whole life. What’s a little bit longer. I don’t care if I die anyway.” Bella ran out of the inn and began to run. She hated her life. She hated Clare. Her hair was the one things that comforted her, and now she couldn’t even braid it. She couldn’t twine it around her fingers and pull to relieve the pain of an aching heart. She had nothing. She had nothing left but the comfort of deaths sweet embrace. That was her home.
Clare rolled her eye's, "Drama Queen," She muttered as Bella ran off, "She already couldn't braid it anyway, if it mattered that much to her then why did she chop it off in the first place!" her voice rose in volume with every word. She punched the wall then took deep breaths, when at last she was calm again she collapsed back onto the bed and fell back asleep.
Arabella ran far away from the inn and civilization. She saw a nice tree and curled up under it. She was still in view of the road, but she didn’t care.
(Lmao shit's been going down (cough dammit Bella cough) but WOW it did it again.)
Iris's eyes widened to saucers, as her mind raced at miles a minute. Out of instinct, her lips parted to translate what had just occurred before realizing: she didn't know, either. Her vision darted with the attention span of a child, going to the dent in the wall, the door which still hung slightly ajar, and Clare's dormant form slumped in the room. An Eltin curse fell out of her mouth.
Azriel looked around the room, tapping her fingers anxiously, before starting for the door. She should find Bella, she thought. After taking a few.steps, however, she stopped. But why should I find her? She thought confusedly. "Iris, I - we should find her… shouldn't we?" She asked, still confused.
"I'll check the room next to ours, you check the vents of this place," Iris deadpanned. Arabella could be anywhere. "Are we just leaving Clare like this?" The elf worried a lip uncertainly, still processing the earlier events.
Azriel thought for a moment. "I think she can take care of herself," she decided, looking around for a vent. She found one in the corner of the room, and peeked inside.
(Good judgement, Clare can very much take care of herself, and if they woke her up… let's just say it wouldn't be fun for either party involved)
The elf clamped down on her mouth with a hand, stifling a laugh at Azriel’s antics. Taking a breath, she said, “Alright. C’mon, let’s search outside. She ran out the room, and I don’t think she’s too eager to return.” Not giving her angel a chance to reply, Iris reached out and grasped Azriel’s hand, proceeding to lightly tug the girl in the direction of the door.
Azriel raised an eyebrow. "But I thought - " she shrugged. "Aright." She followed Iris, looking back into the room several times.
Her body automatically wilted into Azriel's wing as they stood outside the inn. Iris's smirk was a slash of white as she admitted, "I have no idea where to go from here." Content to be lazy, the elf gently rested her head against her angel. Human missing, Iris. Pay attention to the important stuff, she berated herself.
Azriel smiled, but gently pushed Iris away. "Come on. We've a lost girl to find," she looked around and turned right, the way which seemed to have more trees. Any starting point was better than none, she supposed.
A sigh left the Yrnan's pouted lips. "We do, indeed," she said, resigning herself to the fact. Her hair draped over her angel's wing as she contemplated. "Trees? You think that's where we should start?"
Azriel shrugged. "She climbed a tree time before last," she stated. "And it's at least a starting point."
She shook her head softly at the ridiculousness of their logic, fighting off a gentle smile. "She climbed a tree last time. That only proves how impulsive she was. For all we know, she's in flatland this time." Her thought process was laced with exhaustion and a hint of hopelessness.
Azriel squinted. "No, there's always a pattern. Even if I'm wrong, it's better to pretend to be right than to panic and run around like wild things."
Iris snorted ungracefully, a grin climbing up her face. "Alright!" she said with renewed energy. "Let's find this missing human. Let's hope she's not dead. Let's not die."
Azriel laughed lightly. "No one's going to die, calm yourself," she said, amused.
"Who knows?" Iris shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "One may already be dead," she joked, dark humor twining itself into the elf's thoughts like second nature. She headed toward the forest, an unnatural bounce in her step.
Azriel threw Iris a look. "Could you at least make an effort to be slightly less morbid?" She sighed.
