Black Roses

Chapter 4

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Soon she saw buildings, small shops and people roaming the streets, Village Termontri. The village was built in the outskirts of the kingdom, near to the forest's edge. Because of this, it wasn't the most developed or the wealthiest town, although the people were happy, they had enough. The cobblestone streets were scattered with small puddles, and the cool breeze played with Zaria's hair. She could hear laughter, smiles and stories were being shared; she hoped that at least one person would talk to her, or at least smile at her. Because they didn't know what she looked like, maybe just maybe, they would recognise her. At least she hoped.

Again she counted, six on her, one in her bag. She hopped off Shade, pulled her hood up, to seem more friendly, and lead her horse through the familiar but still strangely foreign streets. Her necklace was peeking out again; she casually tucked it back under her cloak. She made her quick stops and without disturbing families and leaving the usual herbs as a trade. She darted from street to street, shop to shop. If she was fast enough, which she was, she wouldn't have to leave money instead. Also, she still wasn't ready to talk to anyone, yet. A small part of her was disappointed, but the look of gladness overpowered any other emotions on her face.

By the time she was done, the sun was saying his goodbyes to the clouds; it was time for her to find a place to stay. Zaria could have made it to her cottage by morning, but Shade was looking especially tired, whether that was just an act to get her to talk to someone or if it was real was unnecessary, she was not in the mood to travel. Her legs were aching from walking everywhere. She needed a place away from the prying eyes and inquisitive faces, but ever so silent mouths.

"The Chandelier, what do think buddy? Here tonight?" Shade whinnied a 'yes'. Again, putting a smile on her face, even if it was fake, she greeted the receptionist.

"Hello? Is there a single room for me and a stable room for my horse this evening? We're only staying for one night; we'll be gone by lunch tomorrow."

Zaria hid her emotions like a chameleon, but she was worried the lady might get scared of whatever dark tales she heard from the streets. Did she believe that 'Mistress Midnight' was out to get her? Zaria mentally scoffed at the idea. The throbbing in her legs reminded her that she would need to be nicer, especially is she wanted a room.

"Well missy, do you got any cash on ya? Something other than herbs and spices?"

Well, she knows who I am. Herbs won't work. But she's not afraid? "I do, but I don't think it will be enough," She emptied the contents of the bag into her hand revealing only a small amount of glimmering coins. The old lady shook her head in disappointment.

"Please, it's just one night. Could I possibly do anything else?" Zaria tried a begging voice, she never had to do that before. But she could see it was helping her, and she remembered that she originally wanted to earn some money. She tried to hide a small smile; she loved when she was able to kill two birds with one stone. Although she would have to earn the money, meaning she first had to find the stone.

"Waitress, tonight, and I'll give you dinner, breakfast and a room, one for you and your horse. Take it or leave it."

This woman! Ugh! It's just for tonight though. "Fine! She surrendered, for now anyway. She did survive her whole life in the woods alone to earn money as a waitress, but it would have to do for now.

Grumpy as ever, Zaria stomped up the inn stairs, with the key to room 57 in her clenched fist. A waitress! Really? Humans had hands and feet for a reason. At least Shade would be happy; he had the whole night to rest with food. Disappointed and angry she kicked the door opened. She would soon have a new reputation, one that said she killed old hags. She let herself fall onto the bed as if she was drowning in her troubles and thoughts. Only there would be no lifeguard to help her out. As always she would need to learn to swim through it.

One night, just one night, then it will all be over. Closing her eyes to catch at least a couple hours of rest she hoped this one night would end quickly she couldn't take any more of this village. She would have even more doubts when coming back if she came back. Which was probably better for both the townspeople and her. For now, though, she would cope. Determination was another thing she valued.

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