artwork by http://www.callmeplisskin.co.uk/
vignette below image by me
At the end of our third day traveling together, Alynnya and I came to
a tiny village with a run-down inn. The thought of sleeping in beds
instead of on the ground outweighed any distaste about the quality of
the place.
The thought of a hot bath was also appealing. The
journey so far had been hot and dry. My skin was caked with grime from
the dusty road, mud from chasing our quarry through a bog, and with the
entrails of whatever that tentacle-creature was that grabbed Aly.
“I’m sorry, ladies, I only have one room left with a single bed,” the innkeeper said with a suspicious leer.
“That’s
okay, we’ll make it work!” piped up Aly. Then, blushing, she looked up
at me. “I mean, if that’s ok with you, Evie.” She took an adorable
nibble at her lip.
‘Aly, you little minx,’ I thought to myself. I grinned and winked down at her. I looked back to the innkeeper. “Yes, that will do. But you have hot water for baths, right?”
“Ooohhh. So sorry, ladies.” His leer looked all the
more suspicious now. “That room only has a shower. And the barrel
only holds enough hot water for one shower.”
I looked back at Aly and winked again.
“That’s okay, we’ll make it work.”
