She continued to pull out items of clothing, laying them out while she listened to his story – pausing now and then to marvel at the insane amount of things that had happened. He was a brilliant story teller, and she wondered if perhaps one time when he wasn’t soaking wet and looking to warm up at the bar if she could sit with him by the fire and listen to all the other stories he surely had to tell. But, this tale, she listened diligently and interested, not surprised to know that the King didn’t seem like the good sort. An amused huff left her lips at that. But with the mention of Samuel handing over the firebird and the mention of betrayal, her jaw dropped slightly in disbelief.
“Gods!” She exclaimed, eyes wide and hanging onto his words. Then as soon as he continued to tell the tale of the books, her head tilted at the impossibility of it all. Soon enough, the story was drawing to a close as the cauldron tilted and enveloped the bird. A wide smile crossed her face too – feeling oddly connected to the cursed princess in a way she couldn’t accurately describe. “What an adventure!” She hummed to him with a light laugh. “I would’ve had to sleep for a week after all of that drama.” She added in jest with another laugh.
But then he began to speak of the clothes, and she nodded her head to him quickly. “Ah, yes, sorry. There’s a bathroom over there down the hall to your left!” She purred, gesturing with an arm toward the bathroom where he could change and letting him pick which clothes he wanted. “I was too caught up in your story.” She added with a grin. Once he had picked out which clothes he wanted, she piled the bigger pieces into a little bag. The clothes were certainly made for men and she had far too many of those kinds of clothes here to ever accomplish anything with. Finding a small bag, she placed the bundle of a few more furs and a shirt or two in it before tying it – willing to give them to Jigano should he want it when he returned. As for her, she removed the knives she had stashed onto her person and removed her fairly thin leather shirt for a wool one, layering on another few pairs of furs before letting down her dark hair.
“Gods!” She exclaimed, eyes wide and hanging onto his words. Then as soon as he continued to tell the tale of the books, her head tilted at the impossibility of it all. Soon enough, the story was drawing to a close as the cauldron tilted and enveloped the bird. A wide smile crossed her face too – feeling oddly connected to the cursed princess in a way she couldn’t accurately describe. “What an adventure!” She hummed to him with a light laugh. “I would’ve had to sleep for a week after all of that drama.” She added in jest with another laugh.
But then he began to speak of the clothes, and she nodded her head to him quickly. “Ah, yes, sorry. There’s a bathroom over there down the hall to your left!” She purred, gesturing with an arm toward the bathroom where he could change and letting him pick which clothes he wanted. “I was too caught up in your story.” She added with a grin. Once he had picked out which clothes he wanted, she piled the bigger pieces into a little bag. The clothes were certainly made for men and she had far too many of those kinds of clothes here to ever accomplish anything with. Finding a small bag, she placed the bundle of a few more furs and a shirt or two in it before tying it – willing to give them to Jigano should he want it when he returned. As for her, she removed the knives she had stashed onto her person and removed her fairly thin leather shirt for a wool one, layering on another few pairs of furs before letting down her dark hair.
