Heir of the Forgotten

~Old Friend~

It's warm.

Selene felt cozy tucked in layers of blankets. She had no desire to wake.

Dorian hears the slight shift of her in the bed and glances from the desk. "If you're awake, get up."

"Mornin' to you too," Selene mumbles. She fidgets a bit with the blankets. "You could have woken me up. Weren't we supposed to go to the inn where my parents stayed?"

Dorian sighs, shrugging his shoulders. "Vincent went to do that. We can meet up with him later. We have questioning to do. I doubt it'll be hard to learn about our assassin." Venice is that sort of place. It's rational to assume their assassin will not be as hidden as he would in a more respectable place.

Selene nods as she sets her feet on the floor. She pauses as if there was something she wanted to ask.

Dorian tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest. It's obvious there's something she wants to ask him. He won't pressure her. "We have some time to spare. We could go to places familiar to you."

Selene nods with a smile, then hurries to grab something to wear. She pulls back her hair to keep it out of her face. She spins a little before the mirror.

Dorian steps out of the room to allow her to change. Perhaps he'll take this as an opportunity to understand her. He wants to believe the female he met still exists.

Selene has few locations she'd like to visit. However, how awkward will today become?? This is not Dorians' usual spot. Vincent would be a better partner for exploring her old hangouts.

As Selene exits her room, Dorian looks at her. "So, where are we headed?" He follows Selenetta instead of leading. His eyes keep a strong vigilance in their surroundings.

"Will you let me surprise you, Captain?" She smiles lightly, hands held behind her back. Dorian would not want to go where she's headed. It's not exactly the most appropriate of places.

While Dorian would like to object, he stays silent. Just for today, he won't question her.

They don't make any detours on their way. Despite Dorian being curious, he doesn't make her stop.

Her excitement is all he needs to see to let her run ahead and lead them. Watching her bounce every step, he smiles. He hasn't seen her like this since he ran into her at the market. She seems carefree.

Watching her spin as she takes in the sights, he wonders if this is the reason she wears dresses despite their impracticability. It's not uncommon to see women in pants or skirts. The dresses fit her though. The silhouettes and the grace the dresses give her remind Dorian of a noble woman. She's elegant and mature.

He should distance himself, but the more she grows, the more her eyes glaze over, the more he feels the need to approach her.

Selene stops in front of a building. Her lips curl up as she glances to Dorian.

Dorian sighs, then crosses his arms. "A bit early for a tavern."

"It'll be nearly empty in that case. Just brace for what you may see or hear." Selene hums as if that's not the largest red flag to wave.

Not wanting to see her eager glimmer drop, Dorian opens the door for her. She wasn't wrong about it being nearly empty. There are a few tables full, but it's nothing compared to how he's seen taverns before.

"Welcome in, find a seat, I'll-" The man's voice trails off, his eyes narrow. He scoffs, setting a glass down. "Ay bitch, take care of our special guest." The man behind the bar sneers. The obvious discontent and hatred is a purposeful addition.