Had he known she was amused by the likelihood of his lack of escape from the overly fluffed cushion of the bedding, he might have had a word or two about his strong distaste. It was like trying to swim through gelatin and without waking Araminta, the task was practically impossible. The operative word being practically, as after his first attempt or maybe third when the break of dawn was nearing by the way the shuddered windows were glinting through cracks; he had arranged some sort of idea in his mind on how to escape.
With all the ridiculous notion of pillows in this equally stupid bed, he used that to his advantage.
Using pillows to act as bodies to replace his own. A absurdly long attempt that took him more time to complete than not. However, complete he would. Eventually rolling like his life depended getting out till he could cinch himself out of the edge of bed. Practically having to climb sideways down as not to fall out or flop out.
Not even sure if the unexpected means of morning workout had been part of the brothel’s plan! But it sure as shit acted like it. Regardless, he had tasks to perform. That meant exiting the room quietly to venture along the hallways to the ground level in which he sought the means of breakfast for Araminta. Finding that Bo had delivered them by messenger that of clothing. Something the clerk at the desk who wasn’t Jasa, had given to him when she realized whom he was. Or rather what room he had been staying in with the remarkable harp player of the masquerade the night prior.
With the order requested and a return with an armload of new attire for himself and Araminta; he returned. Creeping in with the catlike stalking of presence that had been formally used for ill intents and bloody hands; he tucked away the bits of garments he knew clearly were for Araminta. Sliding around that of privacy screen to fresh and start a new task that may have been his own way of starting to begin that process of anew.
Plus the length of his hair was starting to get in his way more often. Needing to be kempt and sorted back to something a little more manageable anyways. Nor was it his first or last time to cut away the excess. Busy work till the means of breakfast could be brought up by serving hands for that of the princess and the bed of horrors.
Contrary to how she’d awoken to the sound of morning birds in the past few weeks, just how much work she’d actually put into yesterday was evident in how deeply she slept and how late she’d slept in. Surely any other night she would’ve felt and noticed Theon’s mattress gymnastics and all the shifting and nudging it took to get her to release him long enough to put a fluffy dummy in his place! Beyond a few sleepy grumblings he’d gotten away with it, though. Until there was just enough light creeping through the shuttered windows to cast a beam warming onto her cheeks.
The curl of her fingers did not collide with the solid frame of one wily Imperial Prince. Nor did the stretching of her legs bump against the expected long legs. Leaving Araminta snorting out a disgruntled Theon, which somehow sounded both amused and frustrated all at the same time.
Once again having her cozy morning wakeup stolen by a man with a malice against mattresses!
Araminta drew herself into sitting up, giving the pillow next to her a small smack as if it were to blame. Otherwise feeling rather cheery after such a good day yesterday and a chance to sleep well. The trouble now would be going back to Bo and Adra’s humble home to pack up all of their things and new supplies, then to set out on the sixth trial. Something she’d been trying not to think about too deeply while Theon needed his time to heal, and now she was going to have to face. Had she thought about it last night she might’ve admitted to Theon that this ominous trial that seemed to fell so many did have her a little scared.
For now, though, she had to dig out the will to climb out of this silly ginormous bed herself. Araminta glanced around herself before sighing in defeat and plopping right back down into her pile of pillows! Theon would have to come and dig her out!
With a good rinsing to remove any stray bits of cut hair from decidedly trying to worm its way into clothing of any sort, he had been plenty alert but hadn’t noticed much of anything for some time. At least till there was obvious shuffling that indicated the slumbering pearl of the mattress oyster had begun to arise. Urging him to finalize the means of wash and rinse upon basin. Using whatever soapy means had been provided the night prior even though it was probably excessive at this point to give it another scrub after Araminta’s kneading fingers.
No matter, it was done and he was hearing a very subtle sounding complaint that may have been his name. Shortly hearing the swat to the fluff that was undetermined of pillow, comforter or bed. Not that he was about to find bother with any of it.
Taking towel to scruff through beard and hair alike, squeezing out any additional moisture till he could properly rise and straighten up as much as physically possible. Not so convinced yet on the colour choice of the new –admittedly thicker- tunic. Only accepting because it wasn’t a bright purple but purple no less. Simply having to accept the knowledge that the former threadbared ones of his own were likely not even suitable for rags at this point. He merely hoped Bo had not spent too much time tending to this creation, otherwise he would personally have to see that the man was better compensated for the overuse of talents on something paltry.
That was a future thing. Right at the moment it seemed perfect timing was that of the knocking upon the front door. Leaving him to round the space of privacy screen to look at that of Araminta laying in the bed. Awake though he was giving her a look and almost questioning if the bed itself was now too hard for her to leave. If his squirming a bit ago was any indication of that, he would have believed it.
Pushing back red –less so-mane to adjust itself; he made use of hands to pardon door open. Though not wide enough to introduce the chance of half scantily clad woman inside. Merely opening his own hands to state he would take the arranged tray and she seemed more than accepting not to put effort into small talk. Merely smiling and letting the shift of hands be completed.
Leaving first so he could then push the means of door closed by heel. Walking to table to lay the arrangement of protein and eggs with a small bowl of likely the last bit of good fruit as the season turned.
Seemingly accepting of this grouping of meal before turning to wander precisely back towards the edge of this large mattress trap. “Bo sent a messenger with new attire here,” He was thoughtful, seemingly trying to determine how one lured a princess from a ostentatiously outrageous bed. Like a fish to a piece of bait. “It is prepared on the side here for you, though the meal is for you as well. As I do not know if we should dawdle in the means of gathering our gear from Bo and Adra’s. It may be best if one returns and the other collects supplies.” Indicating he would likely be the one collecting supplies so they could killed two birds with one stone.
Eventually, “Do you need assistance?”
At least Araminta confirmed Theon hadn’t escaped out into the day when she heard him fussing around and then going to fetch the door. Perhaps that was something she should have told him as well, in terms of unrealistic fears. That she was now afraid that she’d wake up to find out he’d gone off to do something for her only to end up battered and half dead!
While hearing Bo sent over some clothing piqued her interest, and the mention of breakfast interested her stomach, his softly queried ask if she needed assistance was what had her smiling at the ceiling she was presently staring up at. Leaving her carefully considering whether or not she could get up to some early morning mischief or if it was better to not dawdle, as he said, and actually get up to start their day.
A war of practicality and being playful.
“I am afraid I have perished, Theon. While you were gone the pillows have accepted me as one of their own and now I am doomed to be devoured into this beast of a bed and have to witness the wrinkled behinds of elderly gentlemen for the rest of eternity.”
She really did look as though she’d become one of the pillows affixed into that of the bed. Drowning in the over fluff of it all while suggesting complete and utter nonsense in the means of having to stay with wrinkles ekdee behinds. Encouraging a modified frown upon tidied up features. “That sounds truly abhorrent.” No where in his logic or illogical thoughts could find solace in such suggestion.
Meaning? She required assistance.
“You’d prefer such a sight then?” Theon asked with a thoughtful hum. Looking towards that of the table where meal rested for her. “I may not know much but I am aware that physically I have a suitable frame compared to wrinkled elders.” Rubbing thumb and finger to chin like this truly was worth the lengthy thought. “I did not realize you would prefer that.”
Body turned slightly, “Then the effort of procuring you nourishment seems to have gone to waste as well.” Any other would have made promise of eating it themselves a threat, himself, not so much. “I suppose I will have to see what other will wish for both dutiful hound and meal while you are felled by a true beast of the mattress.”
Apparently he knew it was deadly to climb back in, offering minor jest in his own way.
Araminta shot up to a sit upon his suggestion that she’d prefer wrinkled bottoms, ready to blurt out a resounding NO with her scrunched up sour expression – only to be immediately caught off guard to hear him suggest he had the better physic. Mystified! Mulling that statement and mental image over in her mind, as well… there was much left still for her to see, wasn’t there!
It seemed Theon was feeling well enough to be playful as well, threatening to leave her to her pitiful fate and take up residence with someone else, along with her breakfast. Prompting a loud enough scoff to be audible as she shoved pillows aside and fought with the very blanket he himself had wrapped up too snugly in, to crawl across the length of too wide bed to finally plant her bare feet on the floor.
She’d wished he’d not call himself a hound! Araminta hadn’t liked it before as it was such a rude thing to say about himself, but now it drew up images of those awful, vicious chomping dogs of Gusteau’s – something that Theon was very much not.
“I hope none of the trials involves a monster made of feathered down and springs, else we’ll surely not make it out alive,” she fussed, almost primly rising herself to stand.
She rose like the hyper fixated living dead in a manner of seconds. Features looking the part of young woman that had slept well but hadn’t turned her into anything horrifying either. Having seen some women come clean faced and wondered what sort of mystic magic they possessed to look one way and then another completely after. Araminta looked like herself and the thought alone stirred his chest warmly.
Yet it seemed his commentary had worked well to invite her to challenge. Rising up, throwing as much as she could aside to make the sandy cushiony wade through blankets and fluff alike till the bare of feet could be presented to floor. Unsure currently if it was the threat of no food being presented or him showing that he had a bit of humour to himself that had roused her from within.
Stepping somewhat back as to allow her the freedom to move around should she need too with the commentary of how she severely hoped no trial had that of a feathered down offering that might properly charm her and horrify him. “It is good then I have a strong distaste to such things. It may be something I would fight without a guilt present in my mind.” The man nodded assured of himself before gesturing to that of the table where her arrangement waited, hot and fresh. At least till he moved his hand to offer it to help her stand when she was ready, “Though I fear if such a trial exists, it likely has hot waters and tubs and whatever manner of delectable eye candy you prefer ready as well. Willing to capture you to your own delight.”
Although it wasn’t necessary, she did accept his hand to pull herself to a stand and continued to hold him captive until she barefoot padded her way to the breakfast table he’d arranged for her. Sliding into her seat with a soft blinking sigh, almost regretting having to go back to their life on the road and leaving this one behind. Between Bo’s wonderful family and her chances to play the part of a mysterious and fancy bard at the Inn, it wasn’t such a bad life to have.
“Bed, baths, and baby animals. That’ll be what lures me off to my death,” she admitted. For besides Theon himself, what better things in the world was there! A bed full of sweet little kittens and bouncy foxes and cute bunnies! Even Araminta knew she’d be lured to her doom before she ever knew what hit her!
“It may be luck for the both of us that no such trial exists. …I think! I suppose one or two have been surprises on their own!”
That had Araminta pausing before reaching for one of the late autumn fruits. While she knew the items she had to retrieve from most of the trials, they did tend to be vague when it came to location and what to expect when you got there. Especially for those that could be retrieved from any number of places. Perhaps there really could be a forest of mimics and shapeshifters just waiting to lure Araminta in with promises of cute animals and warm beds!
There was nothing in her revealing statement that he hadn’t figured out yet. He’d seen her with all the items in question with varying responses. All typically very good and fawning which as she stated, would probably lure her off to that of expected death. It was probably an equally good thing that he was now well on her side with that previously mention loyalty. For such information could be problematic in the wrong hands after all. Although he couldn’t think of any frightening way that could arrange all items into one place while he watched as she seemed to be sizing up the arrangement of a meal. Moving aside some to pull that of a chair for her in a gentlemanly fashion, before stepping away so he could start the means of gathering up items that had been lent to him the night prior.
The rich fabric that had played the part of unbeknownst guest with the brown cloak. Wishing he could actually wash the items as starting repayment for both Bo and Adra’s allowance. Alas he doubted there would be time to do so. So he’d just have to make it clear they were able to request services from him the next time they were within the town.
Humming in obvious agreement that he was grateful no trial thus far had proven to be full of Araminta’s weaknesses. Somehow, however, he believed even if such a thing did show itself the woman would prove to be just as clever as she typically was. To find a way out of the issue where he might just be quietly confounded by her radiant brilliance. “That is unfortunately true.” One could admit that some of the trials thus far had proven to be a bit confusing. Not at all what one had expected leaving Araminta scrambling for changes. Which she had shown she was very good at doing.
He was just sort of that strange tag-along in those or rather every situation. Wondering if he had a reason for doing so now outside of simply wanting to be present. He’d just hope he didn’t get in the way.
So as she ate, he began to tidy. Now about to be a lurking pest. Doing that mental task-list of items that would need to be collected and brought along. Changed somewhat due to the shift in season.
Araminta herself was doing quite a bit of pondering, in that silent way she’d get when she was plotting things in the bigger picture. Setting her focus to the sixth trial itself. Despite what Theon thought of himself, he was the reason she’d gotten this far at all. Just because she was clever enough to puzzle things out didn’t mean she had the physical or even mental strength to manage the things that tried to squish and eat her. Sneaking into the lair of a lich was going to be so very dangerous. Something common enough that some had successfully passed the trial, but still so deadly that most were ended at this point! Even with the items gifted to them by Sir Reeves, Araminta was going to have to be especially careful.
There was no choice. Araminta would not let Theon bear the burden of her death.
While she ate, the princess stole occasional glances towards him here and there, not failing to notice he’d trimmed up his hair and cleaned up his beard. The clothing Bo had sent him made for a very appropriate look on Theon – the dark shade of indigo purple was flattering with his silver eyes. Theon’d hate to hear it, but it looked quite regally royal too even with such a simple tunic. A proper renegade prince!
…all he needed was his new sigil!
Making a soft excited sound after stuffing a bit of pastry into her mouth, Araminta suddenly scrambled from her seat to dash over to her yesterday’s clothings. Fumbling around in pockets and cloak until she’d found the little bundle she’d had stashed on her, waiting for the best moment to actually gift it to him. Not wanting to do so during a moment where he’d mistaken it for a bribe or anything disingenuous. Now as they were preparing to set off again with freshly new clothes, it seemed the perfect moment.
“Theon!” she chirped, scooting to him to present the horse headed cloak pin wrapped in a handkerchief. “I found it for you.”
It was her sudden movement that pulled attention swiftly around. Holding the means of sheet to straighten the bed –even if he knew someone would come in to strip and place new ones one- to follow Araminta as she seemed to almost literally dive into the items she had brought with her. Not sure what had sparked her instant shift of body but it clearly had some importance.
Which after a moment or two he discovered why.
By name and shortly as she drew around to unfurl a thing wrapped in that of a handkerchief. Offering it up and allowing him to take it gingerly from hands momentarily. Offering her a quizzical look that wasn’t of course accustomed to being offered much of anything, let alone something she found. Wondering if it was something in passing like the seashell she had given him. Recalling how it had been ruined from the scuffle –leaving a bitterness sentiment in his chest that was unlikely to leave any time soon. Not that he was going to mention it. More than aptly aware that it was a stupid thing to be upset about. Nor would he point out the fact it meant something to him because it was the first thing someone had given him without strings attached.
Replaceable certainly but at the same time, not.
Folding back the cloth so he could take a better look at the item bound within, he grew even more mute than he already was. Feeling fingers along the stone heads of the horses that were likely chiseled than fabricated. Staring at it with an arrangement of features from the outside to an untrained eye may of looked indifferent. To one who knew the very subtle shifts to look for, it was evident he was speechless in a good way. A soft way that expressed probably the means of how important it was to him that she found something at all. Expecting her not to worry or bother with such things. He didn’t ask or think that there was a reason to do anything in the means towards him and yet… he was silently fawning over the little cloak pin.
Searching for something to say and coming up empty each lingering second.
Furrowing brows tenderly as the rings of argent located her. Irises softened in their usual felid state, open and expressive in their own way, “Thank you, Ara.” Quiet, more of a murmur as he found himself properly beside himself. Wanting to point out that she should not have wasted her earned coin for him and found himself unable to say it. “This means a lot.” And would be treated like a precious relic that should anyone attempt to break or ruin it, may be pulling back a bloody stump this time.
Finding his thoughts were already aggressive with the mere think of such a thing happening. “I like it. A lot.”
Araminta waited almost holding her breath. It wasn’t as if the gift were anything special of massively important, only a thing she’d seen and knew that it was something Theon should have. While she watched those soft subtle shifts in his features – the confusion, to the surprise, the blooming warmth in that sterling gaze – Araminta knew immediately it was just the right thing.
The princess grew into an ever wider beaming smile when he didn’t refuse it, or give her his usual excuses on how he didn’t need or deserve such things. How proud she was that not only did he like it, he was actually accepting it with grace and intent to keep without trying to give it right back!
“I am so very glad!” she chirped cheerily, unable to halt herself from that light bounce on her feet. Already lifting her hands and gesticulating in that way she always seemed to do when she was particularly excited to share something. “It is perfectly you and only you! Your spirit reflected in two halves, the strength of your endurance through such troubled years and that beautiful faerie nokken now able to run free.”
Then she paused, that flush of pink rushing into her own features as she realized she was making it all sound quite a bit more grand and dramatic than Theon tended to like. Retreating her hands behind her back so she’d stop conducting conversation like an orchestra maestro.
“…in any case, I suppose I should get dressed, else Jasa might think I have been lured to stay here after all.”
She could have rambled and he’d have listened along eagerly. Running fingertips over the surface of the pin like he was attempting to memorize it by touch alone. Listening along as she declared the reason for it being selected was due to her own beliefs that it had symbolism to who he was. What he was. Leaving him properly hushed to contemplate such a bold statement without feeling the discomfort rising as quickly as it could have. It was there but more of a shifting embarrassment that she thought so highly of him in ways that were still very obscured from him.
Raising yet that of eye when she stopped and began to turn pink. Igniting a delighted little spark in his belly at such a reaction. Paired with her suggestion that she ought to dress in likely a means of temporary escape.
Prompting him to react with purpose. Snagging at waist upon reach, to pull them each to another. Dipping and collecting another to purchase fond kiss that he’d could only hope poured some of his pure appreciation for the gift she had given with so much thought. Not just something picked up at random, she had thought about it. Leaving it with more importance to him than anything else he would ever likely own.
Shortly as the physical affection faded to bunt and lightly nuzzle brow to her own, it was faint but there upon corners of lips. A faint hidden beam that was the equivalent to a mighty grin in any other. Wishing somewhat he could articulate in some grand way that this item was something he’d likely treasure even to the end of days. Still, he couldn’t think of anything and had to settle with simple kisses and warmed touches to expose that she’d done something that no other really had before. Lightly releasing her after a moment, just offering sweet looks instead.
Oh! That was- Araminta hadn’t thought that now they’d graduated to freely kissing that it could still catch her by surprise and sent her stomach flip-flopping in such a dizzying embarrassing way! That a kiss could express so many different things, and in this case a sentiment that had her rendered purely speechless and her cheeks burning all the redder. Araminta would give anything in the world to keep such a smile on his face!
A soft hum of reply was about the only sound she could get out, mirroring that expression of his with her own suddenly silly feeling bashful smile. Even faintly giggling under her breath when she was able to pull away. Setting her attention to actually getting dressed as she said, practically floating on air like a feather in a swift breeze.
It didn’t take her long to do so, not being a woman who needed hours to primp and paint. Only needing to pull on the clothing that Bo had sent for her and to brush through long ebony curls until it was smooth enough to twist and pin up out of her face. With the leafy pin Theon had given her, no less. Preening to herself with wide smile that now Theon too had something gifted and special to wear.
On finishing her dressing, she gathered up the few items remaining from Theon’s tidying, to tuck away into the small parcel bag Bo sent their clothing in. Packing away yesterday’s clothes as well as the jar of tips she’d earned from playing her music. It paired with the cut of earnings Jasa was still to give her, Araminta was certain it would be far more than they’d need for the next trial or so. Putting a few ideas in mind to use it for expanding the hut itself into a proper cabin home. To pay for resources needed and craftsmen to work while she and Theon were away. At least one the things Theon didn’t wish to do himself!
After a moment or three, he had followed the means of finalizing the temporary setup of appearance. Properly enamoured with her gift –liable to be for some time- as he used it to pin the brown cloak that had been lent to him the night prior. Seemingly marvelling at it. Was it silly he was this invested into it, likely. However, he wasn’t about to grow abashed to it. It was now about to be the most vital, most valuable piece of something he ever owned. Again, anyone who dared to take it was going to find out rather swiftly just how much of a true monster he could be!
While not a fan of violence, he would exact it in any situation that the pin was attempted to be taken.
In a few they were seemingly ready and he had a pause. “Should we check on Reeves and Padma before we leave entirely?” Asking Araminta since well, they were here because of her summoning for him. And he didn’t want to just leave without saying a proper goodbye for the time being.
“Yes, it would be nice to say goodbye, I think.” All smiles and good cheer, Araminta promptly nodded to Theon’s question. Gathering up the small parcel bag in arms, already plotting those few steps after too in the back of her mind.
Once they were both properly ready, the princess led the way down through the main halls and the stairs to the joint room hosting the Lord Paladin and his Ward. Gently knocking and giving a cheery It’s Araminta! to be sure they knew it wasn’t one of the ladies of the Sable Fawn. Doubting Sir Reeves would’ve cared in the slightest, but suspecting Padma would surely prefer it!
In fact, it was Padma herself who opened the door looking very much not like the perfectly polished shining knight of the Temple, but rather relaxed young woman with black hair loose over one shoulder and wearing naught but one of the fluffy white robes and some slippers.
“Good Morning Araminta and Ghost,” she greeted pleasantly.
There was a long anguished sounding groan from deep in the room, to which Padma smiled even brighter about. Stepping aside to allow Araminta and Theon to enter. Laying in one of the beds, still dressed in last night’s clothing was Sir Reeves himself. Almost seeming to be suffering the effects of a hangover, only when Araminta took a curious peek about the room, it may not have been a booze fueled hangover… but one of a food variety!
“Are- are you well, this morning, SIr Reeves?” Araminta dared to ask, for the sake of politeness.
As he groaned pitifully again, Padma preened even further. “It appears my mentor has a true vice and weakness after all. Has sense enough to avoid fraternizations and libations, but then stuffs his gullet with every sweet and pastry a pretty pair of eyes offers him.”
While Araminta covered her mouth with a hand to keep herself from erupting into laughter over such a thing, Sir Reeves had had enough of Padma’s mirth at his expense and was now forcing himself into a sitting position on the bed with a few awkward grunts and the most surely of scowls.
“The Temple does not serve such delectable treats, am I not supposed to enjoy the hospitality when offered? Where was my ward to help save me from such a fate!”
“You ordered me, and I quote directly Go partake of the baths, Padma, a paladin must know simple pleasures if they are to understand the desires of people they serve. So I did.” she replied, almost at the point of being perfectly smug about it.
Reeves groaned all over again, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
To see Padma opening the door in a cheery spirit without the means of being done to the nines in the garb that was known to be applied each time he seen her; it was only natural that his silent curiosity rose. Internally, he wasn’t about to let such things appear on the deadpan features while gaze moved some way easily to the inside where something in the form of Reeves was groaning like the living dead. If he weren’t a paladin, it might actually be something to worry about.
Offering instead mild blinks and a gentle nod to follow the query of just how Reeves was truly feeling.
Apparently the lord paladin hadn’t found himself invested in drink or flesh but treats! Sweet treats at that in which, “A stomach ache?” He asked a bit baffled at the very prospect that such a man could fall victim to a over saturated belly! It only made his own general caution to the means of food seem all that more attractive for safety reason. Especially if this was the result of items that were pastry variety.
“I would not have considered that the greatest foe of all would be items upon a platter.” Theon murmured certainly loud enough but his innocent awe implied he was gingerly surprised at this. Not attempting to be cheeky. Observing the fellow act like a bloated swine till he was upright and laying blame of being kempt from doing so upon the young ward’s shoulders. In which she had no problem telling him that she had been diligent in following orders that were previously given instead.
Basically in her roundabout way of saying, serves you right.
Theon couldn’t fathom this truly and glanced towards Araminta. Holding a moment before, “We will be departing. It was the intention to bid farewell,” Theon laid the cool gaze upon Padma, “Will you both be well?” Slight concern was peeking through as he wasn’t sure if Padma was going to roll her mentor along!
“If we stay away from rich foods I imagine we can leave here without Reeves developing gout,” mused Padma out loud, completely unrepentant in giving her mentor a hard time. Practically having a bounce in her step when she moved away to gather up her clothing and step behind a wooden screen to make quick work of at least being presentable in the face of company.
Sir Reeves snorted his disapproval, though it wasn’t lasting. Shifting with one final grunt to stand properly on his feet so that he might make final goodbyes without being a disgrace to his very order!
“Once we retrieve our things and get our last supplies we’ll be heading directly to the next trial,” Araminta explained once she managed to swallow all of his giggles. “You have both been astronomically helpful that I don’t think I can put into words how much we truly do appreciate your help.”
As he was apt to do, the lord Paladin guffawed, brightening up into his wide beaming smile that was so full of exaggerated pomp that on anyone else it would have seemed hollow and disingenuous. Taking Araminta by the hand and bowing gentlemanly low as her placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles.
“Dearest Princess, it is we who owe you a debt and all of the gratitude in this world. There is nothing more powerful than hope and you have brought it to us broken and battered, but none the less burning as bright as the very sun in the sky.” On rising to his full height, he slapped a hand on Theon’s shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “It is no small thing to choose hope above all else. You have no need for titles, I know. You are a Knight of our hallowed Order, no less.”
Padma had returned from behind the screen by now, fully dressed proper and hair braided neatly, albeit without the amor to complete the look. There was a bit of red in her cheeks hinting that she wasn’t so comfortable with emotional goodbyes, yet she stood by anyway in waiting for Reeves’ nonsense to be over before taking Theon gently by the elbow to pull him aside.
“Remember that you are a healer,” she instructed sternly. “You can always heal Araminta. Araminta cannot heal you. It will go against your instincts, but you must take care of yourself with the same ferocity you do for her, otherwise there will be no one to protect her. Do you understand?”
It would be a wonderment if Reeves would be capable of avoiding such suggestion in the way of rich foods if he had been already tempted to this point. Although he didn’t think Padma would actually allow her paladin lord to repeat the action if she wanted him to be of use, rather than a near replica to a doorstop. Though there was a show of pure stubborn disapproval when the very man was being spoken about, decided that he was to get to his feet.
Managing to do so without doubling over to make his stomach as small as possible, he was at least offering a due focus that didn’t find a need to titter. Instead keeping gaze upon features of those currently present rather than Padma having slipped to dress formally, as Araminta proved her ability to be more gracious and thankful. Himself offering a nod to show his similar feelings while Reeves certainly was showing now that he wouldn’t let a twisted gut slow his composure entirely.
A grin and a wordy declaration to that of Araminta of her countless aid and ability to be a endearing dove, he was easily affected enough to agree with what Reeves had spluttered. Just managing to hold his feet steady as not to be rocked by the hearty slap and squeeze from that elder man. No less in a moment, Theon offered Reeves a near uncertain look. Not yet about to be convinced of flowery statements especially a suggestion of being a knight, let alone one of the Holy Order. But thankfully, he wasn’t the sort that argued either. Merely complying with the suggestion with an accepting nod.
Where gaze could freely depart to the novice that showed her gentle modesty upon cheeks, the means of discomfort about this whole affair that was bidding farewell for however long.
Unsurprisingly her attention had settled on him. Taking him by elbow so that he might be an attentive student to hear her pearls of wisdom. In which was well, telling him to be more conscientious to his own well being. A feat that was rather difficult! Certain that Padma could have asked him to scale the tallest mountain in all the realms with a easier acceptance. But the woman was not speaking out of her rump, it was true. If he wished to be of use to Araminta, then it meant being alert to his own existence.
Just it would be a very heavy curve to bare. “Yes.” Bearded chin nodded to show he did understand.
Not about to give her excuses or empty words of void promises, he would just simply have to try. Feeling how it wriggled in his skull uncomfortably. Curious if such a thing could be overcome but the only way to figure out if it was possible, was to do so.
With that he bowed a bit more formally to Padma so he might straighten and look to Reeves to do much the same. An act of gratitude and authentic appreciation. Till argent eyes were resting upon the princess, “By your leave.”
Araminta heaved a heavy sigh. “I do so hate goodbyes,” she murmured with the mildest of regret, despite the way she broadly smiled.
Padma seemed to agree with an emphatic nod, moving to open the door for them both but offering no further words of her own. Sir Reeves seemed to have a pleased sort of disposition himself, despite his bellyaching movements. Sending them off with an impassioned “Stay safe, friends.”
It wasn’t until they were headed down the steps that Araminta reached out to grasp Theon’s hand, already one step ahead on what was next.
“We’ll need to see Madam Jasa to get my share of earnings. She seemed pleased enough that I may get to play music every time we need to return to this town! Then we will separate so that you might replenish our travel supplies, while I pack our things at Bo and Adra’s. Yes?”
That was a series of goodbyes that Araminta was very much not looking forward to. Despite knowing they’d return here frequently in the future, she’d grown so attached to their little family so quickly that she almost didn’t want to go!
The means of emotional or hearty goodbyes were a new concept that would require a bit of mental contemplation later. For now, there was an allowance of bidding proper farewell as they departed the other room of the Sable Fawn. Almost nearly off the upper floor when palm was slipped into that of her own. Encouraging a momentarily look over to her and liable to guess there was something present that required further statement.
Momentarily glancing upon feminine lips as words fell and clustered their hold into ear. Letting him pass through the information with accepting regard, “Yes.” The means of splitting so she could grab their remaining articles from that of the tailor and cobbler were of good forward thinking. And perhaps to give Araminta a chance to bid a sorrowful goodbye to the two without having to fear the means of him questioning any potential glittering tears.
However the first thing was first. Which was dealing with Jasa. A task that was rather easy considering their descent of the stairs brought them purposefully back into the front lobby. As singular body of coiled hair had seemingly been waiting for them to appear.
A bright grin coming to painted lips, the madam gave them each a rather lengthy look. Searching for something that eluded his own consideration but, “Well I hope you both made use of the room last night.” She dared sweetly with grin ever spreading. The dark eyes glittering behind that of rims. Then made another pass at them each, leaning forward to cradle chin within palm. “You don’t look that exhausted so I’m guessing it was just made as a place to rest.”
Araminta had nearly missed the lascivious activity that Madam Jasa was alluding to, having opened her mouth to give her usual cheery reply before it clicked in her mind just what activities the elder woman assumed they’d be up to in such an amorous (or more likely lecherous) suite. Worse yet, the woman’s assumptions were not so off the mark as she and Theon had indeed crossed over into new territory within their budding relationship, even if it was not quite to the point of a lover’s joining!
It took every ounce of her grace not to sputter and flush like a silly young girl. Straightening a little where she stood, as Araminta was a grown woman and she was quite proud of the fact that Theon had been brave enough to vocalize his wishes to temper the pace to a speed that was comfortable for them!
“I am not one to kiss and tell, Madam Jasa,” she was able to say instead, quick of wit and returning to her usual winsome smile. “The private bath was lovely, however, and I was tempted to stay in bed for all eternity. Your business here is truly remarkable and we are grateful for the care and hospitality you gave to us, even when things turned quite unexpected.”
He was going to somewhat ignore the commentary. Favouring that of subtle innocence even if it took him a bit longer in thought to realize what Jasa was referencing at all. Behind the controlled mask, he was a tamed version of horrified. Regardless of what sort of happenings this place did, he was pretty certain that the madam had no business with her nose in such things. Unless it was about that of her own employees. Which neither one of them were.
“And tell you don’t.” Jasa stated almost knowingly. As if she could pick out in a crowd the ones who had been wrapped up in acts of tawdry wiles and those who did not. Although he wasn’t about to query the means to such things. Instead settling to look like the foyer of accented gold was suddenly the most interesting to be aware of!
“As long as the reward was well worth it than I suppose I can’t be too terribly disappointed in what uses it has.” Casually she shrugged before leaning arms upon that of the small desk. “You look as though you are properly ready to depart on your next adventure, I am assuming this isn’t merely a polite word of departure, but one of business as well, Araminta?”
Theon’s ability to stare off into oblivion when he wanted to be that form of an actual ghost was uncanny and at least in this situation amusing for Araminta. Not so much in those flirtatious situations with strangers where she’d wished he’d use one of those intimidating stares so she wouldn’t have to play that game of polite refusals and artful dodging!
The Madam was astute as always, prompting a swift nod of affirmation from Araminta.
“We are to leave town today and I am not sure how soon we are to return. However, I am certain we will return and it would be a joy for me to play music here again if you would allow it. For now, you said you would have a cut of earnings for me?” she queried, almost even afraid to ask about them at all. After all of the trouble they’d been for Jasa Araminta was half expecting for the woman to take it all back as payment for all of her generosity and patience. The princess wasn’t sure she’d have the heart to fight her on it, either, even if she did have good use for that money elsewhere.
Araminta could always make more money, making good connections with people was a great deal more difficult!
He was still listening but he just wasn’t a visually active participant in this conversation. Mostly cause he was embarrassed and partially because he didn’t want to encourage any sort of gabbing talk when he was still very much trying to find the comfortable route of action with Araminta! Which only required them to be involved in the conversation, no others.
Thankfully Jasa wasn’t about to linger and pressed on the topic of their departure. “The position is open for you when you wish to return and when you can. I would be foolish to turn away a lucrative deal after all.” Pushing herself back from the desk finally to look literally under it. Considering whatever items were stash away, humming for the purpose of seeming like she was struggling to locate what had been collect for Araminta at all.
It pulled a bit of focus to look back. Watchful and assuring mentally that Jasa would not be so criminally cruel in such ways. Though he might get a bit outwardly spoken if it came to be, the woman thankfully pulled out a small wooden box to set atop. Opening with fingertips promptly dancing over the leather thongs cinched tight by their next. Selecting one at near the end to heft out a heavily sounding jangle of coins. Clattering against themselves, it wasn’t a few clinks offered. It wasn’t a massive fortune that might come spilling out but certainly the little leather bound sack was generously plump. “Said earnings for you, dear. Do try to use it wisely, I would hate to think of another musician blowing their earnings on frivolous things.” She was smiling but her tone was thankfully playful.
Suggesting that she knew Araminta was unlikely to waste coin on nonsense. Just as smoothly, the box was closed. Arm rested over top and eyes considering them each once more. “Do travel well. Winter is upon us and while it may not get as frightfully chilly as your own homelands, dear, it is still dangerous weather. Stay warmth and invest in many nights around that of heat. Be it fire, inn or something else.”
Theon got the hint on that one pretty quickly, “Thank you Madam Jasa.” He decided that he wasn’t about to let her continue this hodge podge effort of provoking embarrassment.
Her eyes lifted to consider the red of hair, “Try to be more subtle next time. Word spreads fast when it catches tongue.” It wasn’t a threat per say, but just a clear suggestion that she wasn’t about to be nearly as welcoming in the future if he wasn’t more careful about his appearance. Earning a polite enough hum, “Be well Araminta. And don’t be foolish either.”
Araminta had been cheated before, but now she was so very glad this was not another of those times. Having the Sable Fawn as a place they could return to both for rest and for work was incredibly valuable in a multitude of ways. Leaving the princess happily accepting the bundle of coins with a cheery appreciative grin and making it disappear with her jar of tips inside her parcel bag.
“I’ll be sure to keep us well warm,” chirped Araminta, this time seeming to miss the woman’s hidden meanings in the wake of knowing just how dangerous cold winters could be. Already having set things in motion to be sure Theon wasn’t about to be traveling across the lands in threadbare tunics or sole worn boots.
One could also bet on them being trouble to others in a more deliberate fashion rather than accidental or unintentional, but Araminta kept that cheeky statement to herself. No sense in warning potential lurking, listening spies that there were new plans afoot beyond the tribulations of doing the trials themselves.
The goodbye for Jasa was not nearly as sentimental as for the paladins, merely a joyful wave before linking hands with Theon once again. With all intent to hold onto him as long as possible before they’d need to part in different directions for their assigned tasks. While this long extended stay had not been in the plans and the means of Theon’s being hurt had startled her near to death, it had become an inspiring new bit of fuel for the mountain princess. There was an entire world full of possibilities again, and as Sir Reeves had said, hope was such a powerful thing.
There was a movement of easy feet once all had been settled. Offering a silent bit of gratitude to the coy madam before the door that lead them out to the brisk morning air was shut. Leaving them to be once more thread by finger through finger and palms laying flat to another. Absently using the free hand to reach around and pull that of her cloak cowl over the dark locks. Assuring she wasn’t letting her ears get chilled and surprisingly repeated the action to himself.
Somewhere, Padma’s words were bouncing around in his skull like a bee that couldn’t escape! Not about to forget that if he wanted to be of aid to the young lady he had been able to acknowledge adoration for, he needed to be well to himself. Just he had to ignore the glaring part that in his chest bared no beating vessel at all. As well as being grateful each time there was no pain making his lungs collapse and mind bleed in agony.
At the time he merely intended for them to split ways, but after a bit of a walk there was realization that they had not done so.
Squeezing hand so he might seek departure from it. Looking up, around themselves. Assessing their location and finally nodding in that certain sort of way. “I will met you at that of the abode of Bo and Adra’s.” Lightly saying before he was minutely warming in his own cheeks with well, he was being thoughtful. Not quite bold enough yet but adjusting her cowl and pushing any errant locks behind that of ears. “Take time to bid temporary farewells. I will gather the other required items. And in turn, await the plan you have decided for this next trail.”
Araminta surely would’ve walked with him hand in hand all the way back to the house if that was what he wanted, not about to complain about this continued means of physical contact now that it could be freely given in a new and thrilling sort of way. Pausing when he did to curious watch his expression as he glanced around. Having a pleased, giddy rush of her own to find that hint of pink in his face that likely wasn’t do to the chilly weather. Having no issues with being bold herself, at least in small ways as she reached up to brush her thumb over warmed cheeks and following with that rise and hop on tip-toes to press quick kiss to the very spot. Giggling softly even while backing away to start her trek homewards.
“You will need to say your own farewells too, Theon! There is a trio of small hobbits that will be devastated if you don’t. I will see you there,” she bid cheerfully, waving herself off with a lightness to her step. Mind full of those very plans for the next trial and beyond, but most importantly how she was going to manage to say goodbye to people that were now so dear to her!
To enter the house was akin to entering that of a bakery. For breakfast was being properly served to that of the very family by hands that were no longer the hired temporary help. With children neatly organized into their hand picked chairs, there wasn’t seemingly anything obviously out of place. Merely a happy family that was now in new need to figure out another routine with the departure of honorary family members needing to go off and challenge well… the trials.
Adra had seemingly known that the time was either short or she had been told in some passing way. For she had gathered up the items of dress that had been left in the spare bedroom. Sorting, folding and organizing the gear to be easily tucked into packs for carrying; they had been expecting the return of the two regardless.
After the night prior, there was mild curiosity to how it all had gone after all. One that a nosy blunt mother was highly intrigued to know even if Bo may have suggested her nose stay out of said business. While looking the part of equally curious behind mug. Only lifting eyes up when the door opened to have an abled body appear and, “Morning Araminta.” Adra called with owlets heads turning to look at the woman. Sets of youthful eyes taking stock but gave morning waves before promptly returning to devouring their breakfast. “Seems you are missing that of a particular addition that we had brought along to you last night.”
Oh, how she was going to miss this so much! Coming home to a place full of life and light and joy. Araminta had always known that one day she’d have a family of her own with children, but it was never really something she had given too much thought about. Her only dream had been writing and finishing a symphony, and now there was something just as precious she wished for. One day, when all of the difficult things were done she wanted this cozy life. A cozy little home and a family, something that was so easy to imagine sharing with Theon. One day she could give him all of this.
Blast it, she was going to cry and it wasn’t even time to leave yet!
“Good morning!” she chirped back with a breath and a smile. Lingering in the kitchen doorway just to admire and enjoy the quiet moment for what it was. Taking a mental picture to hold with her while she traveled.
“My Ghost is gathering up the last supplies we need and I am meant to pack our things.” she replied easily, breaking into an ever wider giddy grin. “The entire event was beautiful, and it would not have been the same had he not been there. You could not have brought a better gift.”
There was a murmur of the children doing their more verbal greetings with various states of full mouths, as Bo chuckled softly. Looking up to Araminta looming in the doorway and made a non to subtle motion to an empty chair. “I packed what I could for you both. I figured that two of you would be leaving us this fair morning.” There was an obvious look from the children that they weren’t thrilled about this development but they likely had a conversation about this earlier.
That Araminta and Ghost would not be gone forever. To cry or pout would not be tolerated either.
“But I would certainly be expecting you to sit and share a meal with us before you both head out. It is best to start a journey with a warm belly.” Adra indicated with a point to the chair more thoroughly than Bo had.
“I’ve also brought over the articles you purchased as well Araminta. I am sure you will appreciate new clothing that you’ve been looking forward too.”
Of course, Araminta had already eaten her breakfast, but that wasn’t going to stop her from happily sitting down at the table to accept a second meal and if she ended up over full and repeating Sir Reeve’s mistakes, well… so be it! Setting the small parcel bag she carried aside, but not without retrieving the jar full of tips she’d earned the night prior. Setting it down on the table as a presentation for Bo before she settled down into her assigned seat.
“To have fresh clothes again from a master tailor and genius cobbler is a blessing to be sure! In fact, consider this a down payment for an official commission,” she declared, nudging the jar towards Bo with all of the proudness of a child at this point to actually have provided something of value. “When we return,” she stressed giving those poor disgruntled children her best of encouraging smiles, “I hope you will have more ready for us. We are building from nothing, Ghost and I. A man should have a full wardrobe, not just the same two shirts. You cannot be ready for everything with only two shirts.”
Araminta herself was also included in this, but it wasn’t her that refused simple necessities!
“I do not know how long we will be gone, oh but it will not be forever for certain! We will come back here as often as we can. Perhaps even pay your mother a visit again and bring along more of her silk too to save her the trouble of long travels.”
Eyes grew comically wide when the jar of coins had been produced. Thudded onto the table and Bo shortly giving it a look like he couldn’t feasibly fathom its existence at all. Even going as far as to poke it while Araminta was doing her best complimentary boasting. Heaping praise on them each. “You’ve already brought the silk and the agreement was for clothing from that.” He was a bit flabbergasted at the offering though he wouldn’t have long to fret.
“Continued work is good.” Adra stated as she looked over the jar and then Araminta. “But generosity is both ways.” Indicating that she was likely inspecting to make sure the princess had kept enough coin to keep herself fed, clothed and warm instead of giving it all over because she was generous to an almost fault.
“I mean yes, I can make various more items that would be best suited for that of a wardrobe but where will you keep it all. As far as I know, aren’t you both traveling far and wide.” Bo asked between sipping at his tea, raising brow no sooner at the mention of his mother and the cerulean snails. Contemplating it and well, “Perhaps. If she is welcoming that is, we both know she is not the friendly sort. Though I wouldn’t ask if it was out of your way either. You both are quite busy after all.”
Araminta only laughed, leaning elbows on the table and being oh so tickled that they seemed so surprised by this turn of events. Surely they did not think they could spoil her and Theon with a temporary safe home, expecting nothing in return and that she’d just leave without making sure they were cared for in the same respect? Most importantly, it was not a condescending charity, but rather an appreciation of their work that deserved to be paid the price of it’s worth.
“I made a fair amount of money from the event, this is only the collected tips. The rest I will put to good use elsewhere,” she explained brightly.
Only to find herself laughing again when he asked where she intended to put this wardrobe of hers!
“We do have a home, you know,” she insisted, pausing with a wrinkle of her nose. “…It is more of a shack, really. A four walled box with a window. But! I have enough now for a start of something. A bed and a room for the bed and perhaps an entire dresser! The work can be done while we are traveling, so every time we return there will be a lovely something new.”
Of course, that required finding someone in the village that could do the carpentry work, but Araminta was pretty confident in her ability to find people who needed good work and could be trusted.
“That’s merely the tips,” Bo gawped at the jar once more whilst attempting to make reason in his skull that such an accumulation had merely been from her playing but not actual proper payment. Only for him to seal his mouth after a moment, “Apparently one is in the wrong business.”
“One also ought to be a stunning young lady, my husband.” Adra added on to push away any rogue wild thoughts that the man just might have. Merely offering an airy chuckle whilst eyeing that of the three children with careful consideration. Assuring they were all doing well to finish their meals though noticing just how easily they were looking periodically to that of the door. Waiting for the appearance of the said Ghost to bid short goodbye and teary eyes.
Still as they ate and Araminta spoke up that they did in fact have a home that was promptly corrected to state as a shack, Adra helped herself to pick at the last of the late fruit of the seasons. Cut up and ready to be eaten before it had a chance to rot, “It seems you have quite the plan set out for yourselves. To have work done while away, though the wintery season doesn’t allow ease of construction.” Bo spoke up as he was rubbing thumb over that of chin.
Being thoughtful till Sophia spoke up naturally. “If you have a home, does that mean we can come and visit you and Ghost?” She asked hopefully. The sparkle in her eye was still abundant as her fondness for the much older man. However the idea of travelling to visit them was hardly nothing to slouch at either!
“Winter is not ideal for such construction work,” Araminta did admit, growing thoughtful about it herself. “…though, it does take time to gather resources and craft necessary pieces. It could all be prepared during winter and then adding a room itself in the spring.”
That was the sort of long term plan that hinged on Araminta not perishing in the trials. Luckily, she meant every word of her promise to Theon. If there came a moment where she meat the Reaper face to face, Araminta would simply explain that he was wasting his time and that there were other souls to reap.
Sophia’s excited question drew her attention, causing Araminta to pause mid plucking of a piece of late autumn fruit and giving it true consideration.
“I think I would love that very much! Only, there are still many things that Ghost and I have to accomplish before we can host visitors. We’ll be travelling for a long while yet and there is not even a place for us to sleep comfortably, it will take a bit more work to make for guests. Oh but, I will be sure to invite you all when we’re ready to get chickens and ducks and you can help me pick them?”
The girls eyes widened and the siblings seemed just as equally invested with this idea that they might be able to visit in the future. Or it was the mention of yard birds that had pulled that excited delight, “Yes! I would love too. I wanna hold the chickens the most.”
It was all so easy to entertain eager minds when a topic of their fancy came up. Eagerly chatting in theatrics to the offering while Bo eventually got up to start cleaning away empty plates and dishes. Leaving the means of conversation to bloom in the way of what other sort of animals was Araminta going to have. How far away did they live? Were they going to become farmers? Etc, etc.
Only for Bo to eventually hush his children, “While we wait for Ghost to reappear, perhaps you ought to check your items that have been completed. And assure they are suitable to take along? If not pack anything that Adra may have forgotten to roll up this morning.”
Araminta happily answered as many questions for the children as she could, finding their simple excitement such a wonderful and invigorating thing. A precious memory in itself to store away and covet later when times were difficult and she needed to be reminded of why it was so important to keep striving forward.
With Bo’s suggestion that she ought to inspect their things Araminta nodded fervently, quickly stuffing a few last remaining pieces of fruit in her mouth before getting up from the table. Gathering up her parcel to return to the comfortably sized room that had been her welcomed home for the past week or so. With the things they’d collected here, it would take a bit of reorganized packing to be sure it all fit properly in Theon’s single bag and her own two. And if she didn’t pack them just right, Theon was liable to try and carrying everything himself, fussing that it was too heavy for her! It wasn’t so much that they needed to return to the hut just yet anyway.
The princess was not keen on this next trial, but they had lost so much time already. If they didn’t go now, she was afraid she might find ways to procrastinate simply because this one had her more intimidated and frightened than she’d like to admit.
In the room she set down her parcel, amused that their hosts had already tried to help organize their things to make for an easier departure. Having no fear that it was a polite way of saying get out of my house! First seeking those articles of clothing for perusal, simply because Bo had asked and likely wanted to know if she approved.
It wasn’t particularly long before Adra appeared in the room. Wiping her hands on apron while looking around the space. As though she had never seen it so empty before laying attention to that of Araminta. Considering the woman going through the collected items and gear with newly added bits, she offered that of a hand to take whatever parts the princess decided were of no use any longer. Namely some tunics that were of no use to a particular man unless he wanted to look like he was a beggar instead.
They’d be useful as rags.
Where eventually ears picked up the sound of polite knocking that gave way to door being pulled open. Inviting the welcomed soul inside to the youth’s eager delight. Pronouncing glee to speak the false name that turned into new delight that even she could tell probably was due to a result of something sweet having been bought for the trio.
Scampering feet abandoned their greeting to take whatever it was away, leaving the tall man to approach the room and bow somewhat cordially to her. “What terrible sweets have you brought that of my ankle biters, Ghost?” Adra asked and seen how Theon simply shrugged. “If you are not careful, one of those three will end up packed alongside your gear. Because of your need to spoil them.”
He shrugged again, “We would return them home.”
“Terrible you are.” Adra stated flatly but she was showing amusement to the very idea. Just that she turned her attention to give him a proper consideration. Smiling eventually, “Seems the little miss has begun the work already of cleaning you up. The hair is much better out of your face.”
Theon cleared his throat but offered no rebuttal. Instead, “Is there anything you would need me to assist with, Ara?” Causing Adra to giggle darkly to herself. Pleased with the lack of attention because it meant he was simply embarrassed.
Araminta found that she was going to miss the sound of happy squeals screaming Ghost! as well! A name that had once been a jest on her part for the silent gentle man who trailed after her, to something that was a quirky endearment for those who knew him and a curiosity for those who didn’t. With Adra’s help and the removal of Theon’s threadbare clothes, it was easy enough to pack everything away neatly where it belonged. Even the new hotpot contraption she’d found for a new simple way of cooking. Making small mental notes of things they’d need later on in the future and so glad she’d already put in an order for warm socks in back in their own village, but thinking they both ought to have a pair or two of gloves too in case the winter got especially biting.
Naturally offering Theon a warm smile and a shake of her head when he asked if she needed any extra assistance. Closing up his bag with a few simple cinches to hand off to him, thinking to herself that see too quite liked this new cut and trimmed look, although she liked his hair longer just as much. Really, Araminta just like the looks of Theon in general and a change of clothes and fresh cut simply gave her new things to appreciate.
“I think we are all set to go now,” she announced, only to pause there and bite into her bottom lip. Turning to Adra to give her a well planned gracious thank you for all she and her family had done. Only that when she tried to open her mouth, Araminta found herself choking the silliest of croaking sounds to rush forward and hug the woman as tight as she could.
“We- I needed this so, so very much,,,!” she managed to say through the sniffling tears.
The means of compliments were still too strange to really acknowledge. Even if it might help start alleviating that drab cloud that fogged his mind in miserable private conversations. Having to settle to just looking the part of perfectly awkward whilst his question to Araminta had gone to a mere shake of head. Considering no sooner the amount of new items that he suspected would be better if he handled.
Unaware that she likely already thought ahead about his need to be a pack horse for assistance.
It took a few more moments before everything appeared to have been properly prepared and the young princess stood up to declare the very thing. “At this point, I am thinking the two of you might need a cart. And horse.” Adra chuckled letting her arms drop. Only for eyes to turn upon the young woman and it was curious to watch how quickly both women went from seemingly calm and collected, to teary eyed. If he didn’t know any better, he might have actually worried about what happened when he wasn’t looking.
“Goodness Araminta, you’re acting like you’re not coming back.” Adra smoothed a motherly hand over crown, tending to locks and squeezing her in reply. “We loved getting to know you both and you know the place is always welcome to you each.” She stated though there was a break in her voice that even had him looking to her. Earning a watery grin.
Taking an extra moment before needing to pull back and chuckle. “Come, best say your goodbyes to the rest. The children would be very upset if you both toddled off without a goodbye.” He looked thought, “That includes you too, Ghost.”
“I… see?” This was so strange. The idea of bidding farewell seemed so normal in an everyday situation so now that it wasn’t an usual scenario, the very action felt peculiar.
“Come on,” She patted Araminta before reaching out to squeeze at his elbow. Using it as a tool to guide along to where the three were stationed in the living space. Having faces a little dirtied by their devours treats before eyes looked up expectantly. “Araminta and Ghost are leaving, it’s time to say goodbye.”
They shared a look. Only for Chloe to puff out her cheeks. Arms crossing in strong displeasure, “I don’t wanna.” As if it wasn’t obvious. “You are supposed to stay with us!”
Philip and Sophie stood up. Looking between another again. Only for Sophie to gravitate forward and it was him being rather Araminta. “We are guna miss you.” Arms wrapped around his own. Pressing her cheek into forearm.
And that made him pause. Looking at Araminta as Philip got up to hug her.
“Oh, sweet little loves, I am going to miss you too,” Araminta managed to say as bright as ever, painting that gently sweet smile on her face because she could not break down and cry in front of little ones. They needed to know this was not a forever goodbye as much as Araminta herself needed to affirm that they’d return soon enough. Reaching out to hug Phillip with a squeeze that was likely a little too tight and more than one quick kiss to his dirty little face.
“We may be gone for quite awhile,” she explained softly on releasing the boy. Offering her hands out for little Chloe with a welcoming little wiggle. “But when we return we will have all kinds of new stories for you. Of far away places and strange creatures. I may even return with a peg leg and an and eye patch like a pirate. You’ll have to call me Arrraminta then, hmm?”
The princess thought this play on words was quite clever and even giggled herself.
With a begrudging reluctance, did Chloe come to those wiggly fingers. Giving them all a look that might as well have been a warrant to sign that they were all in a time out because she was entirely unhappy with this choice. Still, she came to Araminta and Philip in turn leaned back. Grinning foolishly at the terrible pun that Araminta offered, “Please don’t have a peg leg, Araminta.” The boy stated brushing fingers over his dirty cheek, “That sounds like a bad idea. Even if a pirate would be cool.”
Adra rolled her eyes. Huffing. “I think it was torture enough with just the play on words.”
There was a melody of low giggling finding that mother’s disapproval was fitting. Yet he was personally still baffled at the way Sophia was clinging to him. She looked properly upset by all of this. Somehow managing to free his grappled arm to kneel to that of her own height. Liable to say something but found that the change in perspective only had the young girl throwing arms around shoulders. “You’ll all be safe, right?” She asked muffling her face into cloak. Leaving him stunned silent.
Araminta did this hugging thing often so it wasn’t that new to him. But she was the only one so to have even one other person, be it adult or child, was so out of the ordinary for him. Needing additional seconds to instruct limbs to behave. Lightly returning the action with a gentle there there pat. “Araminta is wily.” Theon stated, “We will be okay if she is the one planning the next course of action.” The girl squeezed tighter till she had to release because Philip and Chloe were wanting to trade places.
Her lips pressed, even slightly glaring at the other two before sighing.
In turn, she got that very light, very subtle tilt to lips that was pleasant. “We will return, Sophia.”
“You better!” Suddenly enthused to declare that she would likely find a way to be cross if they did not, she swung like a barn door over to Araminta. Throwing arms around that of waist, “And you better have lots of new stories, Araminta! You are promising right now.” Chloe reached to out first with Philip repeating and the pair muttering low goodbyes before he was able to stand up once more.
Taking a moment to realize as he went to remove the new pin that had been given only for, “Don’t stress about it. You needed a new cloak.” Bo had gravitated into the room behind them. “A heavier cloak is what was required and since you’ve already got it, well… it seems unnecessary to go about shirking it off.” Bo motioned with a hand, “But you likely should put that of your armour on since it has been properly cleaned in your absent and Araminta should do the same.” He was gesturing further to where the articles were prepared. “Besides that, looks like you are both are ready to go. Be safe, send word out if you need anything. Or just to let us know how everything fairs.”
“That’s a good idea. Send a letter often.” Adra agreed, “But if we prolong this any more, the two of you will be set to stay here for the rest of your days.” The children looked momentary eager at that, but it was not meant to be.
Rather, Theon approached to grab the means of armour. To replace the strapped on pieces one by one with comfortable familiarity. Letting a few minutes be available to offer small talk till they were properly ready. And eyes were lent over to Araminta, then the rest. Bowing his head formally, not sure he could muster up the means of verbal goodbye anyways.
“Be safe.” Adra and Bo spoke in unison. Earning that same minute smile that disappeared promptly.
Taking offered bags that were his own before eyeing Araminta’s with obvious intention.
Araminta was almost expecting Sophia to ignore her altogether for daring to take Theon away from the family, but was so happy to get that last hug from the elder child too. Finding it harder and harder not to be teary and was so grateful when Bo reminded them about their gear. Using that motion of getting the pieces on and the brief moment of requesting Theon’s assistance in making sure it was secured properly to get herself back together again.
With that done, Araminta gave Bo a quick kiss to the cheek and that endearing, grateful expression that spoke volumes more than she’d be able to get out with words. For a woman that was so good with words, somehow a simple goodbye to this family was too difficult to do!
At least all it took was a glance at Theon to know she needed to snatch up her own bags before he did! Backpack going on first before pulling her satchel over her shoulder. Not lingering too long for a last goodbye with the family, as she such lingering was only going to make it all the more difficult.
Waiting to take his arm until they’d stepped outside of the house, and waiting even longer still until the house was out of sight before she let out a shaky sigh and buried her face against his arm. There wasn’t much to say about the entire thing – goodbyes from good people were always sad, even if you were ready to go!
It was moments like this that he was plenty grateful that he was not a overly conversational person. Not even sure what one would say as they had made it far enough that Araminta was temporarily using his arm to hide into. Unclear if this was also a there, there motion or not. Deciding that he wasn’t willing to get that nitty about it. Accepting the stance instead of looking around that would be the direction of their next walking adventure.
Although he was obviously somewhat worried about the overabundance of newly acquired gear. Which, “Should we return to the hut to arrange the items of importance?” Offering a sense of question as well as leaving her to have a choice to make. Something that might give her focus at the mean time.
With a soft intake of breath Araminta returned to her straight standing, having had her moment to wallow a little bit in sweet sadness, but more than ready to her true mission at hand. Taking a few moments to roll the plans over in her mind, even though she already knew the answer, just in case something new occurred to her. Eventually shaking her head and giving his arm a hugging squeeze.
“No, it’s not that much extra. I think it might all come in useful for this next trial as well. At the very least, it is nice to have extra exchange of clothing with us and the tools to cook while we’re away, especially if it takes longer than expected.”
In this case, Araminta wasn’t quite sure what to expect at all. The sixth trial was to find a phylactery of a lich, and liches weren’t exactly something that lived in every haunted old ruin you’d find. The trial certainly took out most people who even made the attempt, but plenty had gotten through it and with a little of her usual clever snooping she’d found a few good places as to why. Originally having chosen one near enough to this present village because it had a promising history and had convenient access to places of rest.
Castle Dun Glomoth, where the surrounding lands had been the location for a Battle of Mages some time long long ago. As far as she knew it was completely abandoned now – and for good reason! A war of magic tended to leave a mark of chaos across the land. And with a battle of magic it meant there would have to be at least one lich, if not several.
She really hoped they didn’t meet several.
“It’s best to get there soon before nightfall, so we can at least look around and see what to do next, yes?”
He wasn’t sure if he agreed with the added baggage but he was also not inclined to disagree with her either. Considering what they carried and how she expressed a comfort with having such things, it seemed fair to him to accept it as it was. If anything, it sounded like there was a desire to prolong how long this all took.
“If that is what you wish,” Nodding to the idea that their travel must be swift to approach whatever location she had selected for this encounter, he would not stretch it out any further than it had already. They had been here for so long that truly the length of time had been pulled to expand in ways he didn’t know would be beneficial or not. One would just have to trust the circumstance and have faith in the tactical mind that he knew Araminta had.
“Is there anything particular that one would need to look for when we arrive at your selected destination?”
Araminta nodded, glancing up at him with that uncertain wrinkle in her nose. Something she knew needed to be done, but she was a little afraid of due to recent terrible experiences!
“Castles tend to have their own grave sites nearby for the family that owned it and the ones that lived and served there. We could make the attempt to find a grim to help us, especially now that Sir Reeves has provided a vessel for it?” A spooky graveyard spirit dog did not seem like a creature Araminta wanted to meet after she’d been chased and shook and bitten by the mean awful things at the Keep of Horrors. In fact it almost sounded scarier than a lich itself! Luckily for everyone Araminta was not going to shirk good advice simply because she was a little scared.
“You are waiting for me to give you a tactical rundown of what we will do,” she then said with amusement enough to squeeze his arm again. “I know very little about mages and magic and liches. I’m not even sure what a phylactery looks like. I get what information I can before I arrive, but very much of it is just showing up and hoping I can figure it out.”
“It may be a long stretch to find a grim within the gravesite present. But one cannot know without trying.” Especially if they had to use that of the vessel in which Reeves had provided. It would be better to do this with a grim, as added protection. And he hoped his knowledge in knowing they were spirits of good alignment also panned out if they were to find one of the shady beasts of death.
Watching over a flock of souls that no longer resided amongst the living in the same way. Of course he wasn’t so devoid of attention that he couldn’t register Araminta’s displeasure. The buckled crinkle in her nose was enough to make him even more gingerly towards her than he was already. If that was possible.
“I am. I trust your insight.” The squeeze to his arm was enough to invite its palm to rise. To offer to her. “What I know of the items are limited myself. Hearsay. Passing comments no one thinks to worry about to wandering ears. And general understanding that the trials of those who have come this far, were often very dangerous. But you said mages? Where are we going too that there would be mages or latent magic?”
It seemed Theon did not know of the place they would be going, which really shouldn’t have surprised Araminta. If the place had already been destroyed long ago and no longer had living people there to harass and torment, then the Imperial Queen would’ve had no reason to send him there. Seeing as he also had little idea about the trials themselves and what they contained, then of course he wouldn’t know! Thus leaving the princess more than happy to help fill in those gaps for him.
Taking his offered hand with that brightened smile and the enthusiasm to share what little parts she knew.
“I do not know much about the Castle Dun Glomoth or those that lived there, however, it’s surrounding lands – the meadows and hills around it – was the setting of a terrible war! It is called the Battle of Mages, or Mage War, Caster Slaughter, Veil of Gloom… well, it seems to have many names, as it was so long ago. When there was more than just the Paladin Temples and the world was still full of magic. No one seems to remember what the war was even for, only that there were no warriors of sword and blade. They fought with magic and it seeped into the land itself so it is a dreadful place to try and live.”
Despite the fact she had to do these trials that were often terrible in some way, Araminta couldn’t help but be completely enthralled with discovering such places rich with history and curiosity behind them. When she did not think of the dangers, it was such an exciting and intriguing thing to explore.
It was so easy to be filled with strange emotion once she took the offered grasp and smiled so brightly. Making his midsection feel like warm milk. But pressing that of attention to adhere and invest itself to the means of information she had about the trial thus far.
With a started that came by a name. An old castle that had been a war ground for those of particular desire and mastery of magical arts. One earned the name mage when they were profoundly capable of using their gifts, but he couldn’t say he knew of the place specifically. Something not to take too hard to mind seeing as well, he had no reason too. If it hadn’t been on the means of use pertaining to the Imperial Queen, then it was of no use to him.
He might have knew something about it if he was more in tune with the local man but that whole Imperial Prince, hound dog and such put a hard time in a desire to be involved with people anyways.
Listening at least sparked a few things. The war was very long ago. No one knew its purpose and in turn, its result of magic having seeped to stain soil, it became a prime location for the living dead to rise. In favour, a lich. A strong undead creature that weren’t exactly known for welcoming guests. Living or dead. “Is this particular place the one that has been frequented by previous trial goers, that you know?” Ones that survived, would be the most favourable statement to hear.
Suddenly Araminta was finding a great deal of other things to look at, rather than Theon directly. The busy morning street as people went about their business. The approaching edge of town where Theon would be able to safely take his speedy horse form for their traveling. Whatever her reply was about to be, she was very obviously trying not to see guilty about it.
“It… it is in fact, the most popular choice for those attempting this challenge…” she stated slowly. Such a place of a large battle, with so many magic users, that meant the likelihood of finding undead there would be astronomical. A sure thing bet. Yet, it also meant the amount of undead there was catastrophically deadly. Most that attempted the trials died with the sixth or dropped them entirely. As far as Araminta had gathered, the few that had survived past the sixth trial had gone elsewhere. Those that chose Dun Glomoth had perished.
“…I have made a risky choice, but for good reasons!” she defended quickly before he got that expected look on his face. “A lich is hard to find and rare. To go where so many have gone but failed means there must be one there, else there is no reason for others to continue to test their luck. Traveling place to place hoping we come across one would be more dangerous in the long run, compared to… well. A place that we know is going to be dangerous and can be prepared for.”
That was Araminta’s logic anyway. Perhaps now would be the moment Theon realized she really wasn’t as clever as he thought she was!
Lingering shortly on the agreement that this Dun Glomoth had been in fact one of the trial areas that were popular in this feat of strength and some stupidity, was enough to have him considering it. It wasn’t a terrible idea to address the place that drew a lot of focus but it also meant it was the place many either died or went home after throwing their hands up.
It meant a lot of danger if others were willing to either die or give up. Equaling a very vital need to be assured of their own approach.
Listening to that of her express that she may have made a risky choice –that wasn’t particularly new- while promptly detailing that the failures of others may have concluded a success in a lich being present. It wasn’t a terrible plan but it only affirmed his thoughts of, “If it is true and there is one of the creatures of death there, then one has to wonder how those few succeeded past the trial.” Theon hummed, “From my knowledge, they are intelligent still.”
This conversation was not helping to ease Araminta’s nerves in the slightest, even if it did help her plot out her actions as far as she could with what little she knew. Worried that if she admitted to Theon how much this particular trial concerned her, he might make the attempt to do it on his own for her… and that was not something she would allow! What if there were undead spiders! He’d perish on the spot.
“Hopefully they like sandwiches,” she mused out loud, in the dark and wicked sort of humor that always made his eyebrows furrow at her. There was little more they could figure out now, regardless. They’d have to hope that Araminta’s style of approaching things in such a wildly different way would be enough.
Once they were well and clear of the large town they’d called home for a short time, Araminta took a moment to pull out and reference her map. The location itself hadn’t changed since the last time she’d pointed it out for Theon, but she did take stock of it in a new way, using that head of hers to ponder the best means of entering the landscape that would bring them closest to graveyard as their first step. Showing Theon just the spot so his speedy steed could use it’s strange means of travel to get them there.