Sunday, September 29, 2013
Gren had debated for days about when he should go back to see Izira. He would have went back the next day, but duty called, and he was in a sharp fight with a goblin on the other end of the Great Forest. He spent most of Saturday sleeping off the pain and weariness of the previous two days. Finally on Sunday, he felt rested and presentable enough that he would go back and see if Izira was doing alright. He made sure to take a bath in a nearby lake, comb his hair and beard, and he even tried to give himself a trim. He had also considered whether he should wear something nice, like a suit, but he didn't want to go overboard. If he wore his Ranger cloak and a nice clean shirt and pants, he could say he was just in the neighborhood. Be casual. He gulped and felt incredibly nervous anyway. Standing in his treehouse, looking in his mirror, he felt he did everything he could possibly do. He hefted the golden staff onto his shoulder, just in case the portal might have closed, and started off on his journey to the Northwest Hills, where the portal to the Forgotten Layers Inn was.
After several hours, he found the portal, exactly the way he had left it. It appeared to be a glowing blue tear, hovering in mid-air. He frowned a bit, and wondered if he should tell Izira there was a permanent opening to her world now. Stepping through, he vanished from RhyDin and found himself at the rock with the blue fish and those familiar hedges. Before he stepped around them and onto the gravely path, he stopped, closed his eyes, and whispered whatever mantra that came to mind to boost his self-confidence. Then he marched up the path and made his way to the door. He swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then knocked, which came out as an awkward series of raps on the front door.
Within the inn two heads turned toward the knock on the door. Izira stood behind the bar, sorting through recently arrived inventory. The minotaur, human in form but for his bull's head and black hide, sat at a table with a cup of tea and an accounting book before him. The guest, wearing a nice suit expected of a traveling businessman, turned a disapproving eye on the woman behind the bar as an ear flicked. He quietly turned back to his tea and accounting. The cat, Silas, didn't turn his head from the spot of sun he took up by the window. Izira, somewhat boxed in by crates, lifted her voice to call to the door, "It's open!"
Smiling to himself, Gren pushed the door open, simultaneously pulling back his grey hood and stepping within the room. "Hello Uhhhhh . . . " He stopped in astonishment as he saw the Minotaur sitting there. In a suit. Drinking tea. Doing accounting. His jaw dropped and his eyes would have popped out of his skull if they could have. I thought she said "All paths were closed", he thought to himself. He gracelessly closed the door behind him, giving the Minotaur a nervous, sheepish smile, his eyes darted around the room, desperately looking for Izira. He found her standing behind the bar, and he silently began to move over to where she stood, giving the Minotaur a brief nod and smile. "How's it going? Heh." He then gulped.
The minotaur gave Gren a flat look of irritation, moving his chair and belongings to put that side of the room to his back. No greeting returned.
Gren had debated for days about when he should go back to see Izira. He would have went back the next day, but duty called, and he was in a sharp fight with a goblin on the other end of the Great Forest. He spent most of Saturday sleeping off the pain and weariness of the previous two days. Finally on Sunday, he felt rested and presentable enough that he would go back and see if Izira was doing alright. He made sure to take a bath in a nearby lake, comb his hair and beard, and he even tried to give himself a trim. He had also considered whether he should wear something nice, like a suit, but he didn't want to go overboard. If he wore his Ranger cloak and a nice clean shirt and pants, he could say he was just in the neighborhood. Be casual. He gulped and felt incredibly nervous anyway. Standing in his treehouse, looking in his mirror, he felt he did everything he could possibly do. He hefted the golden staff onto his shoulder, just in case the portal might have closed, and started off on his journey to the Northwest Hills, where the portal to the Forgotten Layers Inn was.
After several hours, he found the portal, exactly the way he had left it. It appeared to be a glowing blue tear, hovering in mid-air. He frowned a bit, and wondered if he should tell Izira there was a permanent opening to her world now. Stepping through, he vanished from RhyDin and found himself at the rock with the blue fish and those familiar hedges. Before he stepped around them and onto the gravely path, he stopped, closed his eyes, and whispered whatever mantra that came to mind to boost his self-confidence. Then he marched up the path and made his way to the door. He swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then knocked, which came out as an awkward series of raps on the front door.
Within the inn two heads turned toward the knock on the door. Izira stood behind the bar, sorting through recently arrived inventory. The minotaur, human in form but for his bull's head and black hide, sat at a table with a cup of tea and an accounting book before him. The guest, wearing a nice suit expected of a traveling businessman, turned a disapproving eye on the woman behind the bar as an ear flicked. He quietly turned back to his tea and accounting. The cat, Silas, didn't turn his head from the spot of sun he took up by the window. Izira, somewhat boxed in by crates, lifted her voice to call to the door, "It's open!"
Smiling to himself, Gren pushed the door open, simultaneously pulling back his grey hood and stepping within the room. "Hello Uhhhhh . . . " He stopped in astonishment as he saw the Minotaur sitting there. In a suit. Drinking tea. Doing accounting. His jaw dropped and his eyes would have popped out of his skull if they could have. I thought she said "All paths were closed", he thought to himself. He gracelessly closed the door behind him, giving the Minotaur a nervous, sheepish smile, his eyes darted around the room, desperately looking for Izira. He found her standing behind the bar, and he silently began to move over to where she stood, giving the Minotaur a brief nod and smile. "How's it going? Heh." He then gulped.
The minotaur gave Gren a flat look of irritation, moving his chair and belongings to put that side of the room to his back. No greeting returned.