In the dark of night, cloaked and secret, she moved into the Inn, where only a barfly sat singing dozily and a woman was curled on the couch, eyes closed, either she was deaf or dead, and Lerida didn't want to know about the latter!
Heading for the bar, moving behind the counter and grabbing a pen from by the till and turning a coaster upside down, she scribbled a little note to go with her one previous.
"Renne, whomever you are, you need not go through this alone.
Let me help"
Her name was scribbled beneath with a curl from the 'a' and knotted back through the 'r'. She smiled, slid it beneath her own little glass bottle, plucked from her generous coat pocket and skewered with Renne's own message within it, though lacking twine and wax, she stopped it with some hard clay instead.
Out she went, eyes down, and back into the cover of latest evening.
Heading for the bar, moving behind the counter and grabbing a pen from by the till and turning a coaster upside down, she scribbled a little note to go with her one previous.
"Renne, whomever you are, you need not go through this alone.
Let me help"
Her name was scribbled beneath with a curl from the 'a' and knotted back through the 'r'. She smiled, slid it beneath her own little glass bottle, plucked from her generous coat pocket and skewered with Renne's own message within it, though lacking twine and wax, she stopped it with some hard clay instead.
Out she went, eyes down, and back into the cover of latest evening.