a little r&r (rince)

[anwyn]

Tasegara was beautiful, in all its simplicity and calm. She wanted more than anything to just go lay down and sleep... it was that peaceful looking, even for the hilltop where she sat. It just gave off the vibe of a safe place, which were becoming scarcer and scarcer in these times. While the Imperial City had been nice... this seemed like a place to rest in. And after all the traveling they'd been doing, it would be nice to stay in an actual bed for a few days.
If she got her way, she would be.

Sighing, she stood, not liking to be stationary long and stretched, arching back with her arms in the air as high as they could go. It hadn't been long since she'd woken up... but knowing Tasegara was not far away, maybe not more than a few miles, was a thought that encouraged and woke her a bit. Her hands went to her hips as she looked around again, wondering where her companion had gone to. Rincewind had been sleeping not far from her, and his belongings were still there, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her wings twitched with her agitation. She was more than eager to get to the village, but she needed to convince him to go there, too, and stay for a few days. Again, if she got her way.
Frowning, she wandered to a more forest-like area, where she'd known a river to be. Maybe he was bathing or swimming or something... it would make sense. Either way, she needed to find him quick, because she was just itching to enter Tasegara. Anwyn didn't stop much... hopefully, this could add to the few.

[rincewind]

Rincewind wasn't much for the sentimental. He had learned a long time ago that randomly setting fire to the mayor's house every time you came home for a visit didn't leave much of anyone with those squishy feelings for you after you left. Even his parents didn't have those squishy feelings of “we missed you so much, why haven't you written?” His father was ashamed of him, he knew it. Him and his “stupid box” which was really unfair to say that when it wasn't his choice to get a magic box following him around everywhere. But being pushed out of the house at thirteen, he had had years to get used to the rejection, the implied “never come back here again,” and the road. It was a rare day that he agreed with Anwyn and slept in an inn. But she was really looking forward to it tonight. He new that. A few mumbles in her sleep about a soft bed and warm food had told him just how much she wanted this.

For her sake, he wanted it too. For her sake he wanted to go in, find a nice place to stay and just relax. Like he had when he was a boy. With a sigh, he picked up a flat stone and sent it skipping over the water. It had been five years since he had been here. Five years of going throughout the land of light and the magical forest, home to elves and fairies like Anwyn. He had stories to tell now, new adventures and many mishaps. Even one or two times he had been a hero just like Isa. But coming home... He had never told Anwyn this was his hometown. She would be expecting simply the nice, peaceful town, not one where he might get chased out on sight. “Should tell her to go in without me,” he muttered, tossing a new stone harder into the water with a 'plop!'. “She'd be better off not letting them know the Thirteenth is around again. Wouldn't be like I never slept out here alone.” He bit his lip as he picked up a new stone. It terrified him, the idea of coming home. Terrified him to the core. Being sent on your way for being a failure with magic at thirteen wasn't exactly a common fate. Then again, coming home with a fairy as your companion wasn't exactly common either.

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Tags: Anwyn
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