He was grateful that the University could afford him an escort, but it had complicated matters when skipping out of Francis’s lecture to the local academy. While the threat of darkspawn had dwindled, bands still roamed and it was better to be prepared than dead or worse, becoming a ghoul of sorts. Rene shuddered as he pulled his cloak tighter around himself. He didn’t want to think about the foul, grotesque creatures, not when a private audience lay ahead of him.
Cresting the hill, the cottage came into view from a short distance down the way. A light glimmered in one window, the beacon by which they’d arrange for him to know the house was safe to enter. Rene smiled, heart lifted knowing he would soon have his one wish back in his arm and relieved his journey was nearing an end.
Before he reached the bottom the dark skies had begun to weep heavily, soaking the ground through enough that his tracks would soon disappear in the deluge. The mud he trudged through the kitchen door he would deal with, later, after words had been said and deeds left unaired for indecency completed. Rene would abandon his cloak, peel his boots off for a pair of slippers he’d kept safe in his satchel, along with a bottle of their favourite wine.
Meandering the hall he would find her as expected, quietly reading, anxiously glancing out the window and then the doorway in which he had entered. [color=#44b8ff]“I’m afraid I got caught in the rain, but I’m glad to see your hospitality remains so generous to offer me sanctuary. Would you like a drink my dearest?” [/color]
Cresting the hill, the cottage came into view from a short distance down the way. A light glimmered in one window, the beacon by which they’d arrange for him to know the house was safe to enter. Rene smiled, heart lifted knowing he would soon have his one wish back in his arm and relieved his journey was nearing an end.
Before he reached the bottom the dark skies had begun to weep heavily, soaking the ground through enough that his tracks would soon disappear in the deluge. The mud he trudged through the kitchen door he would deal with, later, after words had been said and deeds left unaired for indecency completed. Rene would abandon his cloak, peel his boots off for a pair of slippers he’d kept safe in his satchel, along with a bottle of their favourite wine.
Meandering the hall he would find her as expected, quietly reading, anxiously glancing out the window and then the doorway in which he had entered. [color=#44b8ff]“I’m afraid I got caught in the rain, but I’m glad to see your hospitality remains so generous to offer me sanctuary. Would you like a drink my dearest?” [/color]
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