She was breathing easier for sure, now. Ahriman had made one mistake, you see. He'd underestimated how close-knit RhyDin could be sometimes. He'd foolishly tried to intimidate her the night previous in the Inn, even tossing out a callous comment about her shoulder, before leaving. Of course, when Tara asked what was wrong and what the man had been referring to when he mentioned her shoulder, Charna thought it natural to reply "He stuck a dagger into it."
That settled that for the ladies of the Red Dragon. Not only did it get Tara, a very formidable opponent, to growl, but soon enough Arts was throwing up her arms with a snarl, as well. Despite how frightened she might still have been, she knew well enough that Ahri was toast if he tried to stand up against those two.
It'd been a full month since she last spent a whole night in the Inn. The room she shared with Rory was still a mess, with clothes strewn all about, drawers pulled out and dumped all over the floor, and all their personal belongings (while still there) thrown carelessly about, from when Ahri's goons came seeking information on her whereabouts. She'd chosen to leave it in such a state, just so Rory would understand that there was trouble afoot when he got home. She'd even left him a discrete little note, saying she was at Kina's. She hoped he'd remember how to get there.
But tonight it was alright, she decided. With everyone on the alert, she could afford to sleep in their bed at the Inn, curled up small besides their intermingled possessions. The blue-greens were still wide open, but her breathing was calm and even. It almost felt foreign here, which was a terrible thing to think. Yet, somehow, it also felt safe, almost as safe as it did in Lion's Pride. If she squinted her eyes in the darkness, she could even pretend that the clothes besides her were actually the resting form of her beloved, a comfort she'd missed for too long.
Perhaps, she'd actually sleep tonight. She'd been hiding the deprivation well. Each night for the past week, she'd closed her eyes for an hour at most and basked in the lightest form of slumber. Even Deimos moving his arm or Ares making a grumble could wake her, and that was it for the rest of the night. She'd traipse around the halls quietly, like a ghost, unnoticed and restless. She even wandered out to the stables, one night, to nestle in besides her new pegasus, Vixen's Seduction. Any extra stress she carried in the morning she worked out by cleaning the large Lion's Pride estate, inch by inch. The palace was impeccable, to be sure. And still, the one hour sleep pattern continued.
Her only energy came from food. Luckily, this time around, Char was maintaining a constant weight. Still thin, but at least she wasn't getting thinner. Gods know the last thing she needed was to drop three more pounds. She was trying to build up muscle again, anyhow, and was slowly retraining herself how to fight and use knives.
A yawn, her thoughts shushing, and for the first time in a long time, the eyelids began to droop on their own, without her forcing them to shut. The darkness closed in around her like a blanket, and once more she'd give a narrowed glance over to the clothes besides her. A soft smile, with a softer spoken sentence.
"Goodnight, Rory."
That settled that for the ladies of the Red Dragon. Not only did it get Tara, a very formidable opponent, to growl, but soon enough Arts was throwing up her arms with a snarl, as well. Despite how frightened she might still have been, she knew well enough that Ahri was toast if he tried to stand up against those two.
It'd been a full month since she last spent a whole night in the Inn. The room she shared with Rory was still a mess, with clothes strewn all about, drawers pulled out and dumped all over the floor, and all their personal belongings (while still there) thrown carelessly about, from when Ahri's goons came seeking information on her whereabouts. She'd chosen to leave it in such a state, just so Rory would understand that there was trouble afoot when he got home. She'd even left him a discrete little note, saying she was at Kina's. She hoped he'd remember how to get there.
But tonight it was alright, she decided. With everyone on the alert, she could afford to sleep in their bed at the Inn, curled up small besides their intermingled possessions. The blue-greens were still wide open, but her breathing was calm and even. It almost felt foreign here, which was a terrible thing to think. Yet, somehow, it also felt safe, almost as safe as it did in Lion's Pride. If she squinted her eyes in the darkness, she could even pretend that the clothes besides her were actually the resting form of her beloved, a comfort she'd missed for too long.
Perhaps, she'd actually sleep tonight. She'd been hiding the deprivation well. Each night for the past week, she'd closed her eyes for an hour at most and basked in the lightest form of slumber. Even Deimos moving his arm or Ares making a grumble could wake her, and that was it for the rest of the night. She'd traipse around the halls quietly, like a ghost, unnoticed and restless. She even wandered out to the stables, one night, to nestle in besides her new pegasus, Vixen's Seduction. Any extra stress she carried in the morning she worked out by cleaning the large Lion's Pride estate, inch by inch. The palace was impeccable, to be sure. And still, the one hour sleep pattern continued.
Her only energy came from food. Luckily, this time around, Char was maintaining a constant weight. Still thin, but at least she wasn't getting thinner. Gods know the last thing she needed was to drop three more pounds. She was trying to build up muscle again, anyhow, and was slowly retraining herself how to fight and use knives.
A yawn, her thoughts shushing, and for the first time in a long time, the eyelids began to droop on their own, without her forcing them to shut. The darkness closed in around her like a blanket, and once more she'd give a narrowed glance over to the clothes besides her. A soft smile, with a softer spoken sentence.
"Goodnight, Rory."