The day passed quickly. Zuer showed me around the castle, where the kitchen and the armory were, important places. Though I really can’t say why he would ever show me the armory. He obviously doesn’t know me very well.
That evening, the big otter brought me to my room. I sat slowly down on the bed, looking around.
The room was actually quite nice. A small table sat in the corner with a few chairs, an arm chair sat in another corner, an oak dresser was against one of the walls, and curtains covered the window, which, I noted, was barred. I sighed, well, there was one escape plan foiled.
“There are clothes in the dresser if you’d like to check them out, and a glass of water on the table.” He walked to the other side of the room and opened a door that I hadn’t noticed. “And here,” he said. “Is your bathroom.”
He kept going. “And here is your window, and here is your bed. Oh, and there’s a rug on the floor, too.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I know where everything is, thank you.”
He chuckled. “I’ll leave you alone. You are probably tired.” The door hinges creaked a bit as he shut the door, locked it, and left.
I immediately started pacing the room. Being locked in a room made me nervous. I lived in the forest where there was nothing to trap or shut me in except tree limbs blocking the sunlight. I went to the window. The bars were too close together for me to fit through. Swallowing, I closed my eyes, holding back tears. What was an outlaw like me doing here? Trapped? I could be outside, stealing from some traveler. I don’t want to be locked away...
After an hour or so of pacing restlessly, I drank the water and then checked the dresser. I opened the drawers, my eyes widening. They expected me to keep these clothes in good condition? They were crazy. I grabbed some sweatpants and a light tank top, changed, and flopped onto the bed, not bothering to put the covers over myself.
I dream too much. Really. I wish I could just get some undisturbed sleep once in a while. I woke up in a cold sweat the next morning, tears streaming down my face as the night’s dream flashed through my head again. I couldn’t even get myself to step off the bed for fear of Tarilamor being somewhere in the room.
Someone knocked on the door and I jumped, hissing.
“Hey, Whitefire, are you up?”
My white fur lay flat again as I realized it was Zuer. “Yeah, come in.” I said in relief.
Zuer unlocked the door and came in, smiling. “Good morning!” He was wearing a dark blue jacket and some black shorts, but what really caught my attention was the pistol in his pocket. I guess I shouldn’t cause much trouble today...
“Did you just wake up?” he asked suddenly. “Sorry about that...” The otter gave an embarrassed chuckle. “I usually get up earlier than everyone else because of my guard duties.” His brown eyes looked at me for a moment. “Are you crying?”
I was suddenly jolted back to reality. “Uhm...” I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and gave him a small smile. “No.” I said, my voice almost inaudible.
Zuer rolled his eyes. “Like I believe that. But you probably wouldn’t want to talk to me about it anyways.”
