The start of something magical (Mi and Ves)

[Vesna Kitanovska]

Quickly she shot a glare in the dim light over to the bunks behind her, telling them to shut up. Ahh, this never got old for them, did it? “Lots of guys? Not recently, I've been in and out of town and haven't had time for it. They just act like annoying brother, they do this every time. I do the same when they bring girls over.” Vesna explained, kicking off her socks.

Look at this guy, stealing my stuff like he owns the place. With a scowl she grabbed the pillow and pulled it over so it would be more even. “Share or you sleep on the floor. No one gets special treatment.” She really was trying be stern, but it was hard when he looked so ridiculous flopping on the bed. Like a little blonde drunk fish. Was it wise to let him sleep against the wall? Oh well, he promised he wouldn't be sick so she had to trust him.

“Not done what?” She asked in amusement, rolling over to face him. It gave them more room on the bed sleeping like this. Expertly she dogged his kicks, not wanting to add more bruises to her collection from today's fight. “Hello!”

[Mihai Ionescu]

Wiggling a little more, Mihai finally got himself yet another comfortable position. One might argue the boy couldn’t sit still to save his life, so he had the tendency to toss and turn a lot during the night. “Didn’t think you mercenaries had nice beds. All I’ve met are always shooo ruuude, I figured you didn’t shleep well. Since you’re always broke, too.

Seeing her so close made him break into another giggling fit, in which he bumped foreheads with her. “You shure we’ll fits here?” Snuggling comfortably, he put an arm around her. “Shouldn’t you shleep on the floor for your most importants guest? I am very important, you know.”

Very important, indeed. Mihai wondered briefly if Vesna had even a remote clue on who he truly was, but so far the girl seemed oblivious to it. Good enough so far, even if the longer he stays away, the more likely for the monks to send a rescue mission. Mihai pouted at his own thoughts, and seemingly out of the blue for Vesna. “Can we goes on a misshon tomorrow? I don’t want to get found yet.” A few days in the wild, and out of the eyes of the Order would do Mihai good.

He let out a yawn.

[Vesna Kitanovska]

With a sigh she moved her body to let him get more comfortable, but that was it, he wasn't going to steal all the pillows and blankets again. “It's nice enough. It's free so I wasn't expecting a feather bed. I sleep fine wherever I am, but I prefer this bed over my bedroll.” Mostly because there was less bug in here that wanted a bite out of her, and none of the monsters either.

His giggling was kind of infectious, and she smiled at him when he brought their foreheads close. “You're asking me to sleep on the floor but you're putting your arm around me. Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Vesna asked with a small chuckle. “Important huh? Are you some lord's son that's run off to find adventure?” He wouldn't be the first, that's for sure.

Someone was looking for him from what she gathered. His identity was basically unknown to her besides his name. She never considered he might be a bad person, like a criminal. It was those cute looks that made her see past reason. Not much she can do though, he would pass out any minute now.

“A mission?” Well that was an odd request. Quickly she gave him a once over and put her arm around him to judge his side. He might be more of a hindrance but she could always take something low key. “If you're feeling up to it. You had a lot to drink so don't push yourself in the morning.”

[Mihai Ionescu]

However drunk he was, Mihai still felt comfy around someone as oblivious to his figure as she was. Even if he tried as often as he did to slip away from the order, it was rare to find someone to actually stick around; most were just drinking buddies one-night-stand kind of deals, and which they would ditch each other on the first opportunity. “Jusht a lord’s son, you thinks? That’s like, peasants compared to my ass.”

After a minute of thinking, he nodded. “But shure, let’s go with that! I do like adventures and shtuff.” Maybe it would be a nice trip after all.

Mihai watched her carefully, or as carefully as he could in such a state. Sleep had started overcoming him. “I’ll be goods tomorrow. No drinks, promish. Or maybe just at night again. Whats you think?” The boy grinned when Vesna’s arm went around his waist. “I don’t look much but I can handle myself. Really, but just if I need to.” Vesna didn’t seem the type to take too kindly on being played with, or to take the possible Oracle-abductor charges lightly.

“Can I borrow a shord? I know them, some… Shwings, blocks. I can do shome of that….” Sleep took over during the Oracle’s rant, and he drifted off, just mumbling into the pillow.

[Vesna Kitanovska]

Oh no. This wasn't some run away prince right? Couldn't you get killed for hiding them? Mentally she groaned, why her, why tonight? That's it, after this she'd never bring someone back without proper ID. Should she hand him over to the guards in the morning? What if he was coming out of a bad situation though, he might get hurt if she set him back. Then again, she might be killed if he got hurt in her care.

He was falling asleep though, which was a good thing. Maybe he'd forget all this and just go home. “I'm sure you can take care of yourself. No more drinks, I think you drank enough for the next month.” She murmured, petting his back. Hopefully she could get more out of him when he was awake and sober.

As he started to fall asleep she tucked the blanket around him with a sigh. “Sure, I'll give you a sword. Don't poke your eye out.” This was a bad idea, taking him along on any of her missions. He'd probably get killed and then she would be killed. Unless he was drunk and just talking out of his as. Please let it be that.

“Goodnight.” She yawned. Tomorrow was going to be fun. If he didn't throw up in the middle of the night.