She'd planned it all out in her mind several nights before. It had come to her after a discussion about love, which she had participated in using Rory?s name only about a dozen times. During the aforementioned talk, she had reminded herself of a certain person's insistence on ruining her happiness. Now, being the rash creature that she was, somehow an idea was born from the simple statement, and for the past few evenings she'd been setting her scheme into action.
It wasn't as devious as it sounded. She just needed to get the man here, just needed to talk with him. She would explain it, and he would ?finally- get it and he would leave. It would just take a little bait, that was all. The bait was merely carefully placed items, perhaps an old glove or something, just a bit of evidence that she was still frequenting the Inn and that she wasn't trying to hide it anymore. He?d bite. She just knew he would.
It was just a little after nightfall, and Charna had already snagged a nice quiet table, choosing a seat to face the door. For it being this early, there was a good crowd, but of course, like she?d planned, very few she actually knew, and even then, not on a real personal level. However, she wasn?t blatantly disregarding all of the rules set up for her safety, for she had brought an escort- Ares, her now one hundred and two pound dog. (Sickly enough, he weighed a little less than she did.) She didn?t dare mention the plan in front of him, though, and she definitely wasn?t about to mention the expected companion?s name. RhyDinian pets were far, far intuitive to be that careless in front of. Thankfully, Ares had settled into nap-mode by her feet, and wasn't really questioning his owner?s apprehensive watch on the door.
The waiting was what was really getting to her, at this point. The more time passed, the more her senses gathered, trying to tell her this was an awful idea. The knot in her stomach had more time to tighten, as well.
It wasn't as devious as it sounded. She just needed to get the man here, just needed to talk with him. She would explain it, and he would ?finally- get it and he would leave. It would just take a little bait, that was all. The bait was merely carefully placed items, perhaps an old glove or something, just a bit of evidence that she was still frequenting the Inn and that she wasn't trying to hide it anymore. He?d bite. She just knew he would.
It was just a little after nightfall, and Charna had already snagged a nice quiet table, choosing a seat to face the door. For it being this early, there was a good crowd, but of course, like she?d planned, very few she actually knew, and even then, not on a real personal level. However, she wasn?t blatantly disregarding all of the rules set up for her safety, for she had brought an escort- Ares, her now one hundred and two pound dog. (Sickly enough, he weighed a little less than she did.) She didn?t dare mention the plan in front of him, though, and she definitely wasn?t about to mention the expected companion?s name. RhyDinian pets were far, far intuitive to be that careless in front of. Thankfully, Ares had settled into nap-mode by her feet, and wasn't really questioning his owner?s apprehensive watch on the door.
The waiting was what was really getting to her, at this point. The more time passed, the more her senses gathered, trying to tell her this was an awful idea. The knot in her stomach had more time to tighten, as well.