Darkmist

Part 4

For the next week, Y/N distances herself from the inn.

It is not so difficult – claiming increased work at the forge, Y/N simply slips out early each morning and returns in the evening. When she does, she washes dishes with Rumilda and stays far from the tavern. In the morning, she helps Rian in the kitchen until it is time to go.

In this way, she avoids Yoongi.

Y/N knows this to be a hopeless endeavor. Yoongi is Cŵn Annwn – it is impossible to hide if he truly wishes to find her. He can enter the Shadow realm, which is something Y/N finds intriguing, despite her feigned disinterest. She has never met anyone else who could. Y/N, herself has only traveled there twice.

Once, on the night of the Travelers and again, the night Yoongi found her.

Since he does not find her, Y/N assumes he has no need. This also interests her, along with the idea that Lord Arawn plays favorites. Not much is known about the dark King of Annwn, aside from his power and aura of mystery. Equally little is known about the Cŵn Annwn and yet, here Y/N is with one sleeping at her doorstep.

Closing the door to the inn, Y/N pulls her cloak close and sets off down the lane. She is later than she meant to be, due to Rumilda taking ill late last night. As Y/N darts around the tavern, her cloak catches on the edge of a barrel.

"Ah!" she yelps, swiftly jerked backwards. Her hand is already reaching for the clasp when a voice interrupts.

"Here, let me help you with that."

Glancing up, Y/N is stunned to see Alvah before her. She had almost forgotten his existence. His fingers work nimbly at her cloak and, once free, Alvah takes a step back.

Smiling at her, light brown hair falls into his gaze.

"I – thank you," Y/N stammers.

"Not a problem," Alvah says, wrinkles forming at the corner of his eyes.

He really is attractive. Y/N noticed it the other night in the tavern but now, in the clear light of day, the fact is infinitely more apparent. Tugging her cloak around her neck, Y/N nods and sets off down the road.

Alvah falls into step alongside her.

Y/N looks up, surprised.

Seeing her face, Alvah's lip quirks. "I'm sorry. You're probably thinking I'm following you. Aren't you?"

"Well." She pauses. "Now, I am."

He laughs easily. "Rest assured I'm not. I merely have business in town."

"Business?" They continue to walk, turning down the next lane. "Most of our guests move on from Tywll in a few days. Isn't the autumnal festival next week?"

"Ah," Alvah says, as though he understands the confusion. "I'm not most guests, though."

"Apparently not," Y/N says, upper lip twitching.

They continue to walk on in silence, Alvah's gloved hands are clasped behind his back. He glances sideways at her. "I'll confess, I can't leave until I accomplish something of worth."

"Something of worth?" Unable to help herself, Y/N teases a little. "Can it be anything, or does it have to be something specific? Does a long walk constitute 'something of worth?' Does sowing a field? Planting a harvest?"

Alvah laughs and tips back his head. "I actually had something in mind."

"Oh? What?"

"The merchant, Cadoc," Alvah admits, faltering somewhat. "I need him to offer my father a trade deal. If I can convince him of this, I'll be granted our land as its heir."