The Collector and Her Steed

Chapter 2

It was nearly 3 in the morning after Mira had finished unloading the truck. She had mostly just brought the crates and furniture to wherever it was going to reside in the future, but her main goal was to just unload that night as decorating could happen after a good night's rest. Making herself a makeshift bed out of a pile of comforters she quickly fell asleep to the sound of wolves howling off in the distance.

A loud ringing startled her from a deep slumber, making her nearly jump out of her skin. Taking a few seconds to recognize her surroundings she spots the alarm clock she had set up. Reaching over she smacks it a few times until her black tipped nail poked the snooze switch and shut the thing up. Stretching a bit she slowly crawled out of her pile of comforters and shoved them to the side of the room she had designated as her bedroom. Her clock read 9:14 in the morning as she mozied on downstairs to meet the people who were to take the truck away and bring her her actual vehicle, which was a smaller beat up truck that was definitely twice her age but thankfully ran.

Shrugging on an overshirt and grabbing her bag of toiletries she makes her way to her bathroom to freshen up. She had loved the old feel of the village so prior to even buying the property she spent countless months searching for authentic old appliances and fixtures to outfit the building with. Not wanting to take away from the charm of the village she designed the building so it looked like it had been there for generations. The lumber was all local to the area, as was the rock used in the large hearth in the dining area of the pub. It was clear that she wanted everyone to feel at home here.

As she walked through the main entrance to meet with the owners of the truck she noticed in the distance what looked to be large bat-like creatures flying back towards the castle. After a moment of wonder she shook her head and walked up to the men who had just pulled up in her blue truck. Thanking the men and handing them a bag of Lei, the local currency, she traded them their keys for the keys to her truck. After they had driven off she hopped into her truck and pulled it to the back near where the loading and unloading of inventory would be happening once she got settled in. Parking it and throwing a tarp over the back she quickly straps it down before heading back inside to begin unpacking. Moving throughout the building she unpacked bit by bit, shifting furniture here and there until she had it where she felt it looked the best. Finishing the main gathering area of the pub first Mira moved to the kitchen, and then upstairs to her bedroom to finally make it a more livable space since one can only sleep in a bundle of comforters on the floor only so many nights before it grows old, and one night was that number for her.