Underground Revolution

Cannibal

Sitting up, Ray feels nothing but pain in her head, aching through her body. Muscles she didn't know she had, sore as she tries to slowly stretch. Arms slowly going back to her sides as she looks around the small room finding the second bed has already been made. Glancing around to take in her new surroundings, moving slowly to get her legs over the side of her bed. As if he sensed her waking up, Sabastian comes through the door, "You look like you got hit by a tree"

Ray's eyes meet his, sneering at him through her tangled hair in her face. Completely unamused, she slides off the bed to her feet. Holding her hands out as if it'll provide her with balance, she tries to straighten herself and move past him looming within the door frame,

"Well good morning to you too"

"Is it?" he asked, the tone in his voice tells her he is delighted to see her this way,

Ray stops in front of him still wearing the same expression as she glares up, Sabastian lifts his arm and she moves under him through the door into the long empty hall of the Inn. Following it to the far end after several rooms she find the bathing room. Walking in finding two other women already in the spring. The night before was a blur to her from the exhaustion, just awake enough to try and remember the layout of the inn, as they went to the room, Sabastian telling her it'll be less busy in the morning.

Still as she hears the bamboo curtains sway shut behind her, she slips off her top and bottoms, hoping the bruises are at least gone. The way the two older ladies snicker and chuckle to each other confirms they're not as she steps into the warm water. Sliding to the other side towards rocks where the water is murkier. Finding it shaded and not as warm, she lets the salt water keep her afloat as she lays back into it. Feeling her hair rise up around her and down her back as she drifts near the outer edge. A nearby creek that must filter through the water makes a soothing sound.

For a long while Ray lays there still, she feels the ripples on the surface making her turn to watch those two women find their way out. Sitting up she feels her long silvery white hair fall over her shoulders as she finds her feet, looking at her skin wrinkling she sighs not realizing how much time has passed. The feeling of the dry stone under her wet feet makes her cringe as she walks to her clothes. Luckily, they're not truly hers and are easy to pull over her sopping wet body, laying over her loosely.

Grabbing a towel on the way out she wraps her hair up in it as she heads down the hall. Opening the door to an empty room with two made beds with a new outfit laying across hers. Feet finally dry as she walks to them, she picks up the silky pale purple fabric and feels her lips curl as she slides it softly through her fingers. Gold hairbrush sitting with the clothes and some kind of thick liquid in a bottle. Picking it up she feels that it's glass as her nails tap it, popping off the top she takes a smell and recognizes the familiar scent. It's the same detangler the maids use on her hair every night before dinner back home.

The thought of calling it home makes her heart throb as she holds the bottle. Looking around the room she is still alone and slides herself up onto the made bed. Grabbing the brush, she applies some of the creamy liquid to her hair, smelling like vanilla as her fingers brush it through her damp hair first. Taking the brush, she begins at the tips of her tangle rats' nest, up to her scalp. Wondering where he went, where he got her this new stuff, or if it's possible he had it the whole time. Either way she feels more and more guilt as she has all this alone time to over think. Thinking about how he always has to take care of her, how it's naturally a part of him, something she told herself she will learn how to break. Learn how she can let all the dark elves be free of the mating bonds.

One night at the dining table her father spoke of the curse it is, there is a deep desire in them that will always make them go look for their light elves. Most cases, like herself they are already in love with another, and the dark elf has to suffer, even if that means the light elf taking advantage of the situation. Still, her father never fails to remind them how he and her sister's mother had a close bond that was indescribable. Sometimes she wonders if they were true mates, or if his real mate was in love with another. If so that means her mother did that to her mate too, it's all sadistically beautiful. That also means with time eventually Sabastian will be able to move on from their bond as well, or so she she hoped. Ray feels a stinging pain in her chest of guilt for doing that too Sabastian.