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Zaira's angry now. She has stalked the halls until she knows that she's passed through the same one several times due to a speck of white in the otherwise rich blue and green rug. She's hopelessly lost in the castle and she is seething. No one has seen her and she's beginning to think that no one exists in the castle at all. Zaira's hands hold the skirt of the dress so her feet move freely, but she still despises the damn thing. Part of her wants to abandon her search for the knight and instead find some suitable clothing, but she has to know Arean's here. So she trudges along, rather amusingly to some perhaps, until something stops her.
A skinny young woman finds herself in Zaira's path. She looks eerily similar to the one in the bedroom, but somehow, that girl was different. She actually spoke to Zaira, whereas the one in front of her now just stares at her. Zaira goes to step around her until the girl finally pipes up. "You shouldn't be awake, miss." Her voice is dull, like nothing in her life is ever exciting. With Ranir, Zaira suspects, the idea is probably true.
"Well, I am." She can't disguise the anger in her voice. "Where is Arean?"
The girl only swings her head to the side once. "No one here goes by that name."
"Yes, he does." She bites back a curse. It is now the second time someone has told her that Arean isn't in the same place she is. Arean wouldn't have left her alone, not after the dragon fight. He had carried her out even though he was exhausted. He'd protected her, as far as she knows, from Ranir's men and from the fat mage himself. He wouldn't have left her to heal. Had the gold been that important? Zaira rubs her temples with one hand before whipping around. "I'll find him myself." After she picks up her brisk pace again, she looks over her shoulder to find the servant girl trailing after her. Lengthening her strides, she turns a corner to find another long hall and another serving girl in her way. With a scoff, she moves around the girl to see her join the first one.
Shortly after, Zaira finds herself with an entourage of silent serving girls as she storms the halls with a vengeance. The utter silence has grated on her nerves until she finally snaps. Stopping and turning on her heel, she stares all five girls in the face, brown eyes blazing. "Where. Is. The knight." It's no longer a question, but Zaira demands an answer.
"There's no one here--" the girls begin in unison.
"Yes, he is!" she shouts, an echo following her words down each hall. After what seems like years, she gets the first sign of a response in any of the girls. They flinch and turn toward one another as if trying to form a protective huddle. "I know he is here! He wouldn't leave me in this damned place alone. And you are all clearly unhelpful, so I'll find him myself!" She flips around and runs now, leaving the serving girls in the dust.
Time passes her by just as fast as each door does, but she does the smart thing and searches each one. She leaves them open in case she doubles back and passes the same place. Upon opening a particularly heavy door, she finds Arean's room. His armor and weapons rest against the wall and the sheets are disturbed, but the serving girls did have one thing right: he isn't in the room.
Dashing out, Zaira glances down each hall, but she doesn't see the knight. Taking a chance, she runs down the left side of the hall in what she hopes leads to the exit. When she doesn't immediately spy him, an emotion swirls inside of her. It takes her a moment to realize she's filled with despair. She's alone in a place full of magic in the middle of nowhere. She has no weapon and, surprisingly the most important thing, no knight.
"...Arean?" she calls out to the stale air. When only silence greets her, she chokes back tears. "Please come back...." She picks up a walk again, but her feet shuffle and her head hangs. "I can't leave without you."
A skinny young woman finds herself in Zaira's path. She looks eerily similar to the one in the bedroom, but somehow, that girl was different. She actually spoke to Zaira, whereas the one in front of her now just stares at her. Zaira goes to step around her until the girl finally pipes up. "You shouldn't be awake, miss." Her voice is dull, like nothing in her life is ever exciting. With Ranir, Zaira suspects, the idea is probably true.
"Well, I am." She can't disguise the anger in her voice. "Where is Arean?"
The girl only swings her head to the side once. "No one here goes by that name."
"Yes, he does." She bites back a curse. It is now the second time someone has told her that Arean isn't in the same place she is. Arean wouldn't have left her alone, not after the dragon fight. He had carried her out even though he was exhausted. He'd protected her, as far as she knows, from Ranir's men and from the fat mage himself. He wouldn't have left her to heal. Had the gold been that important? Zaira rubs her temples with one hand before whipping around. "I'll find him myself." After she picks up her brisk pace again, she looks over her shoulder to find the servant girl trailing after her. Lengthening her strides, she turns a corner to find another long hall and another serving girl in her way. With a scoff, she moves around the girl to see her join the first one.
Shortly after, Zaira finds herself with an entourage of silent serving girls as she storms the halls with a vengeance. The utter silence has grated on her nerves until she finally snaps. Stopping and turning on her heel, she stares all five girls in the face, brown eyes blazing. "Where. Is. The knight." It's no longer a question, but Zaira demands an answer.
"There's no one here--" the girls begin in unison.
"Yes, he is!" she shouts, an echo following her words down each hall. After what seems like years, she gets the first sign of a response in any of the girls. They flinch and turn toward one another as if trying to form a protective huddle. "I know he is here! He wouldn't leave me in this damned place alone. And you are all clearly unhelpful, so I'll find him myself!" She flips around and runs now, leaving the serving girls in the dust.
Time passes her by just as fast as each door does, but she does the smart thing and searches each one. She leaves them open in case she doubles back and passes the same place. Upon opening a particularly heavy door, she finds Arean's room. His armor and weapons rest against the wall and the sheets are disturbed, but the serving girls did have one thing right: he isn't in the room.
Dashing out, Zaira glances down each hall, but she doesn't see the knight. Taking a chance, she runs down the left side of the hall in what she hopes leads to the exit. When she doesn't immediately spy him, an emotion swirls inside of her. It takes her a moment to realize she's filled with despair. She's alone in a place full of magic in the middle of nowhere. She has no weapon and, surprisingly the most important thing, no knight.
"...Arean?" she calls out to the stale air. When only silence greets her, she chokes back tears. "Please come back...." She picks up a walk again, but her feet shuffle and her head hangs. "I can't leave without you."