Azura didn't respond, for she didn't know what to say. She wanted to say something like, she's not really gone, but she knew he wouldn't get it. Farron was such a matter of fact person, and it was so hard to get to his emotions. He was just different. Azura had resolved the day she met him that she would figure him out, but right now she was too tired to try to dig. So she just dropped the issue.
Farron let out a small sigh through his nose, glad of the silence. He wasn’t in much of a mood for talking, well he never was but right now he Prefered the quiet over anything.
The two walked for a while, not taking many breaks along the way as the sun began to set over the mountains, the presence powerful yet somehow comforting. After a few hours, the distant drift of smoke rose upon over the trees the the view of a small village appeared, “We’ll rest here for the night.”
“Finally,” Azura breathed. “My feet hurt so bad it feels like I’ve been walking on needles for the past mile.”
She walked up to the first cottage in the village and knowcked on the bravo oak door. After a few seconds, a plump middle aged woman peeled out the door. When she saw Azura and Farron, she ushered them in. They made acquaintances, then Azura explained that they had come from Pryvlyn.
“We need somewhere to stay for the night. Do you know of a place?”
“Oh yes, there’s a small inn not that far into town. Tell them Briar Underwood sent you and you should be able to stay for free.” The woman said, giving them both a smile.
"Oh, thank you so much! You've been a big help!" she went to give the woman a hug, then she grabbed Farrons arm and went out the door.
"I'm tired, and sleepy. Walk faster." she said to him while she was pulling him down the street.
Farron chuckled and shook his head slightly, "Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming." He sped up his pace and soon they were at the inn. Farron walked up to the bar, told the bartender they needed a room and that Briar sent them and they were given a room for free.
"Oh, but it only has one bed." The bartender added as the two were headed upstairs.
Azura immediately ducked her head. Then she looked over at Farron (he looked equally nervous) and spoke up:
“Yeah we'll take it,” and she grabbed the key. When they got upstairs, she offered to sleep on the floor, and the two of them kept arguing about that for at least ten minutes.
"It is not happening. You take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor or I can just go pay for another room." Farron said, rubbing at his face with both hands.
“You know what?” She said, smiling. “Rock-paper-scissors.” She held her hands out, a fist on top of a flat hand.
“Azura…” Farron sighed turned his back to her for a moment before turning back around, “Or we could just… both share the bed? I mean we don’t have to but um…. we could?”
"Um, well-" she turned red. "I don't really feel comfortable doing that. I prefer rock paper scissors." She rubbed her arm.
"That's fine. You take the bed. I'm not arguing about this anymore." Farron said, giving her an understanding look, "I'm going to get a drink. I'll be downstairs if you need me." And he left.
Alrighty then, that wasn't awkward at all, Azura thought, running her hands through her hair. She decided to just get in bed already, so she was sitting on the side trying to get her boots off when Farron came back. They turned the lights out and went to bed. While it was dark, Azura started thinking about Herla, and why he hated her so. She actually started to laugh out loud, but she was trying so hard to keep quiet.
“Azura… why are you laughing?” Farrob mumbled from his place on the floor. He propped himself up a little just so he could see her slightly better.
"Because," she said between giggles. "Herla was so surprised when you walked up behind him. He looked like he was about to p-pee his pants!" With that, she lost it. She started full out laughing and curled up in a ball. Then she imitated his facial expression, and laughed even harder.
Farron rolled his eyes with a small laugh, “Alright, I get it. It’s not that funny Azura. Now try and get some sleep, we have another full day of travelling tomorrow.”
"I-I c-can't" she said, then started muffling her laughter in her pillow. Still, it was very audible. It took her a good while to calm down, and even then you could hear a small giggle.
“Sleep. Because I’m not carrying you tomorrow.” Farron said before lying back down again.
"Haha, you don't have the strength to do that," she said, and threw her pillow at him.
"But, good for you, I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep anyway. Goodnight!"
Farron muttered under his breath about how he is strong enough to carry her, throwing the pillow back.
The next morning, Azura was the first to get up. She awoke at dawn, and she watched the sun come up. She stared at the sky for about an hour, until she heard Farron shuffling around.
Farron came out from the small washroom, drying his face and his hair a little, "Morning…" He muttered to her, his voice low and raspy from only just waking up.
"Hiya," Azura mumbled. She then started getting ready to move along.
"Farron, where do you think we should go? I was looking around town today and i saw that most of the town is full, so I don't know if we could find some way to stay here, but what do you think?"
Farron sighed and ruffled his hair, “I don’t know. We need to keep moving, though. We might be able to staybhere another night but that’s all.”
"You know," Azura began, slowly, "I've also been thinking about Rosgard. Why I left, I mean. I know I left because of my parents, but soon they will have to choose a successor. And it is still my duty, as a princess to lead my people one day. So, I was thinking. . ." she stood in silence, trying to collect her thoughts a bit.
"I know it sounds crazy, but really, there is nowhere else for us to stay for a long while accept Rosgard. I will be able to rule soon, since i must be 20, and I could try to return and reclaim the throne. It's only a few months away." She looked at Farron, bracing herself for his response.