Lost but found

She skipped into town a few steps infrount of him people stared at herwhispers began the name Liby floated threw the air as she skipped around. She spotted a small tailor shop a little off to the side pointing to it looking back at Durell.

"That place has pretty clothes lets go their." she giggled taking his hand pulling him towards the shop.

The little old woman that worked the shop looked up as they entered she blinked ajusting her glasses as she looked at her.

"Miss Liby what are you doing her and dressed soo....unlike yourself?" she asked looking at wat Cara wore in almost complete discused.

She looked at teh old woman completely comfused for a moment be fore turning to Durell and asking, "Who's Liby?"
 
Durell kept his ears open as they walked through town. Why were they talking about the princess? He hadn't been out of the town that long, he knew who they were talking about. He had just never met the girl, despite his father's attempts at taking him to meet the royal family and becoming part of the guard.

Cara pointed to a tailor shop, and Durell followed her inside. He wasn't listening to what was being said, trusting that Cara could at least figure this part out and if she needed help she would ask for it.

Then she asked who Liby was.

"Liby is the name of the princess of this kingdom," he answered off handedly, the pieces not coming together for him. He had no interest in these people or their politics. If Cara wanted to get involved in them, that was her problem. He looked at one of the tailored suits and wrinkled up his nose. Who in their right mind would want to wear this stuff? It wasn't practical.
 
She stares confused looking back at the old woman.

"Um, I dont think i'm Liby." she stated looking around finding a cheap parlors dress and pointed to it "That ones so pretty."

The old woman snorted "I'm pretty positive your miss Liby their's no one like her." she walked up to Cara with out giving her any personal space she pluched the pin that held her hair letting it fall back down to her waist. "Yes exactly like her." She looked Durell "And why are you with the coming queen?" she asked.
 
Durell looked at the shopkeeper and rose an eyebrow.

"She showed up near my home. I am escorting her here, because it isn't safe for a woman to travel alone," he answered the woman. "Are you positive that she is Liby?"
 
The old woman handed him a picture of the next queen she was exactly the same. Cara wondered off picking up the dress spinning around content.

"I'll take this one we can go back to the hose now right?" she asked exited.
 
Durell looked over at her and sighed. Of course he would manage to pick up royalty! It was just his luck.

"How much for the dress?" he asked the woman. "We'll take it, and be on our way."
 
The old lady just shook her head. "why does she need to buy such hidious clothes in the first place rags she can have em if thats what she wishes." she awnsered calling for the messanger boy telling him to tell the queen her daughter had been found but Cara had hear the lady and grabbed Durells wrist and skipped out of the store on the way back to his house before the old woman could stop them. She hummed a happy tune as she walked she just couldnt wait to get back and change.
 
Durell's eyes widened as Cara dragged him back through the town. He felt his face flush as the townspeople began then to talk about who he was. He pulled his hood further over his face to be as anonymous as he could until they reached the town's edge. Then he pulled his hand away and began to walk on his own.

"You shouldn't be so hasty," he grumbled.
 
Cara grinned at him skipping off ahead threw te thick vegitation it wasnt easy but she maniged with ot falling to her deathwithin the thick roots and vines.

"But i wanna go home." she shouted happily climbing threw trees and vines till she spotted the small house hidden away.
 
Durell refrained from smacking his forehead.

"Home? That is my home, not yours," he scowled. "You need to remember where your home is, so we can return you there. And if that woman was right, you definitely need to return!"
 
She stopped looking back at him sad eyes turned to puppy eyes.

"But being a princess dosent sound fun I want to stay at your house its so pretty and comfy." she darted into the house before he could complain stirpping and putting on the pale plain blue dress.
 
Durell sighed.

"There isn't room enough..." he tried, knowing that it was most likely futile. "Besides, now they know you're here. Most likely they'll be on the hunt looking for you now, you know? Eventually you'll be forced to go back. Being a princess isn't something you can just walk away from..."
 
She stepped out of the shadows frowning. "How do you know I'm even this Liby person?" she pouted upset that he was going to kick her out of his home.
 
Sighing, Durell walked into the house and was glad to see that she was dressed. He had hoped he'd given her enough time.

"The people of the town were pretty damn convinced," he pointed out. "And why not? That picture the woman showed me was a dead on likeness of you."

He lifted the bed and put away the cloak but left on the sword.

"Why would you want to stay here when you could be in a castle?"
 
She smiled happily. "Because this place fellls like home to me not that town." she sat on the bed after he put it down crossing her legs leaning back to watch him,
 
He stood straight and crossed his arms, frowning.

"Fine. I suppose it will have to do for now," he grumbled, lifting a bow and grabbing some arrows, the bow going on his back and the arrows getting tied to his side. "Do not leave and do not answer the door. If anyone comes while I'm gone, they can wait for my return." He then grabbed a fishing pole and walked out.
 
She busyed her self with cleaning. Dusting the fireplace, sweepng then she decided to go out side and get some veggies to make soup she was certin she could at least make soup. It didnt take her long to find peices of vegitables that she had seen in town. As she was cooking she hummed a happy tone not even noticing that some one had knocked onthe door behind her.
 
It wasn't the right time for fishing, but Durell did manage to fell a deer that had been at the nearby river to get a drink before he could even try fishing. He hoisted the deer over his shoulder and walked back to the house. He wasn't really all that surprised to see a group of soldiers standing at the door. He was surprised that his father was not one of them.

"What can I do for you gents?" he asked, setting the deer down on the skinning table at the side of the house.

"We have reason to believe you are hiding our princess here," the one that seemed to be in charge said to him.

"I am hiding only myself here," Durell answered. "I want nothing to do with you people."

"Your father heard the description of her escort, and was positive it was you."

Durell shrugged, beginning the skinning process with a stone knife he kept in a box on the side of the table. He wanted to get it up in the air draining soon so he could get it inside shortly after dark. If the meat was too bloody it wouldn't be very good. Unless he made stew. Durell paused in thought.

"Stop ignoring us!" another of the soldiers yelled, hand going to his sword.
 
Cara stoped when the stew was done hearing shouting outside the door, turning to peer out the window she frown hurring over to the door.

"Whats going on out here, Durell?" she asked then thought of something to get rid of the soilders. "What are you kind men doing around these parts, is their something my husband and i can do for you?" she asked stealing a glance at Durell for a spilt second hoping he'd just go along with it she didn't believe she was the princess if thats what they wanted and she sure as well wasnt going back if she was, she liked Durells home.
 
He wanted to smack his forehead and strangle Cara. However, he couldn't do either with these men around, nor would he ever. Grunting, he went back to his work. Let the girl handle these people. They were after her after all.

Hanging the deer, he went inside to wash up his arms and hands and to put on a fresh shirt.
 
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