This Life of Sin 2: Demonia

Another Day in Froth

Chapter 13: Another Day in Froth

As it turned out, the storm that hit about an hour after we returned to the inn lasted three days. And what a storm it was. The rain had, indeed, been red and it had come down in sheets. We agreed that we would not be leaving till it passed, even if it meant that I would be behind on my plans. Kieran also convinced me that we should purchase a cart or wagon of some sort. He left to procure one for me on the third day, when the rain had slowed somewhat.

He had been reluctant to leave but finally gave in when Rougier snapped that I was hardly going to be in any danger with him and Shinra keeping watch in this small inn, in the nice part of town, where the council had placed some not very discreet guards to make sure nothing happened during my stay.

"She is more protected now than she has been since arriving in the Realm." Snapped the dragon from the table top where he sat munching on a bone like a dog. I did not let him know that he reminded me of a dog as I was sure that he would get mad, and he was cranky enough.

So Kieran agreed and left to get my last minute dealings done. With any luck, as soon as the weather cleared and I had gotten all my items, we could be off and back to the castle. I was getting anxious and I was not completely sure why. Maybe it was the coming trip to the wastelands that was causing me to be nervous, or maybe it was the thought that I would soon be back on Hearth, reunited with my monsters and my friends. Either way, I wanted out of Froth and I was sick of waiting. Perhaps Rougier's sour attitude was rubbing off on me.

"He should not be much longer Mistress." Purred Shinra where she lay on a rug, cleaning one of her over sized and deadly paws, the jewel on her forehead glinting in the candlelight. "And by the sound of it, the rain has slowed significantly."

"Yes, you are right." I spoke calmly enough but still paced in a circle. We had the best room in the inn and it was quite spacious, so it was a pretty big circle.

"I do not understand nervousness." Rumbled Rougier, sitting on a wardrobe and watching me walk in circles. "What is the point of it?"

"So sorry we can't all be powerful dragons who don't need to fear anything or have anything to be anxious over." I sighed, rolling my shoulders hoping to relive the tension there.

"You are right." He said drolly. "After all, you are just a weak and lowly demon queen to whom every being bows and grovels to. I can see how you and I have trouble relating." He bared his little fangs at me when I glared, flashing me his best approximation of a cheeky smile. "What exactly are you fretting over anyway? Kieran may not be as all powerful and mighty as we two amazing beings, but he is a capable enough young male."

"I know that." I sighed. "It is not him that I am worried about." I pursed my lips and glared at the shuttered window, wringing my hands. "Its hard to explain, but I feel like something bad is happening back on Hearth. I don't know how I know... maybe I am some how sensing something through my bonds with Drogin and Vendaval, as week as they are right now. I don't know." I grunted irritably and sat at the end of my bed. "I just wish I was back there."

"Do you not like Demonia, Mistress?" Asked the cat.

"No, I think this place is pretty amazing." I said with a sigh. "Beautiful and full of wonder. I would love to explore some day. But, for now, I am needed else were."

"I thought you didn't want to be needed anywhere." Chuckled the dragon.

"I don't, but that doesn't change the feeling I am getting now does it?"

"No, I would assume it does not. Can these pets of yours not look out for themselves?"

"They are no more pets than you or Shinra." I corrected. "Vendaval is pretty competent, and I am sure he will look after Drogin for me..."