When Anyia got to the village, she noticed it was not actually a village, but a small city, with no one ruling.
“Weird,” she thought, “I wonder why no one rules it.” But for the moment she needed something to eat, and somewhere to sleep. So she peeked around the busy streets, looking for a respectable looking Inn. Finally finding an Inn named Fountain Inn. Anyia found its namesake at the side of the Inn, a bubbling fountain, with ferns and moss wrapping around its sides. Anyia just loved moss and ferns. They were so soft, almost as though you could just wrap yourself in them and go to sleep.
Anyia was slapped out of her daydreaming by a young woman with long, hazel hair and eyes. Her hair reminded Anyia of horses hair, thick and rough. “Excuse me! Yes, you, there, what do you want?” The woman asked, exhausted and busily.
Anyia stared at her and thought that she had used up all her patience for today and decided to act herself, “Well, I’d like a room, but since I have no money, I’d also like to work for it, and maybe if I stay around long enough, you’ll learn my name, and maybe you can even start calling people something besides “you”.”
The woman looked taken-aback as Anyia continued to stare expectantly at her, finally, she seemed to come to her senses and replied more kindly than before, “Alright, well, my name’s Falita. You can have the room in the second hall, the one on the far right, you can help me serve dinner and such. I have three people who help me out around here, a stable boy named Joet, a cook that you better stay away from, he doesn’t talk much and when he does… well, don’t get him too eager to. My household hand has taken a week off to travel to Yagan Island for her sister’s wedding. You can do her job until she gets back. Can you please settle in your room and clean up…” Falita stopped as she looked down Anyia’s skirt, bodice, boots and chemise, then to her empty sack hanging in her left hand, Anyia had given the rabbit to a group of boys who had pointed her in the direction of the Inn.
“I’ll lend you some clothes, you’re tall enough,” The woman said as she studied Anyia’s body and height. Yes, I think you’ll fit. By the way, what’s your name?”
“So glad you asked.” Anyia said, rolling her eyes, she dropped the sack into a trash heap and extended her hand. “I’m Anyia, and I accept your job. Thank you very much.” Anyia almost did a full on noble curtsey, but decided against it, since she didn’t want to be found out a noble, and hunted down by Sarcrius again. Instead, she sort of did a little bob of her head and jerk of her hips, trying to look like a peasant.
Falita nodded and shook her hand in reply. “You can go in your room, there should be water and a chamber pot to clean up with, I’ll be there in a moment with some clothes. Go back that way,” She added hastily, pointing to another smaller, less noticeable door by the fountain, covered also in moss and ferns, with the addition of ivy, “There are some mages from Endless that I have to attend to.” She walked briskly into the Inn’s main room before Anyia could ask what Endless was.
Sighing, she turned around to the back door, and went through. Inside was a small room with a wooden table and chairs; there were shelves upon shelves of things. Anyia figured this must be the storeroom, and looked around for another door. She found one, and discovered it led to the back of the main room she guessed, there was another, bigger door next to her, and she tried to slip quietly through it, trying not to catch the attention of any of the guests from “Endless”.
But as she was about to close the door, one of the mages turned her head at the sudden flash of green light that had brightened up the back of the room and dimmed again. As she looked at the light, she saw it was a girl, one with long dark brown hair, a slender body, perfect soft lips and huge deep brown eyes which reminded her of chocolate. She didn’t get much of a glimpse of her, besides her long flowing hair whisking through the door.
