Head in the Clouds

Chapter 5: The Road Back to Jericho

"Hey, D."

Deidre opened her eyes to find Clyde staring down at her. Looking around, she realized she was back in her room in Callaco Palace. With the sunlight flooding through her window, it was clear that the merge had passed, and they were onto another day.

The events of the day before felt a little fuzzy. She remembered getting into the cave and finding the bandit, but she couldn't really remember what happened after. She was sure there was something to do with glass or something.

"What happened?" She asked groggily.

Clyde let out a sigh of relief. When she left that night, he was worried she'd get herself into some kind of trouble with that guy. He was sure the thief would come back with his face bashed in, but when he saw Nadja slowly makes her way into the city, his heart dropped to his stomach.

"Nadja carried you back here," he explained, "You were knocked out cold."

Deidre sat up, half expecting to have some kind of headache or something, but she felt great. She was still wearing her blue, spaghetti-strapped dress, while her armor sat on the chair on the other side of the room.

"D, what happened out there?" Clyde asked. He couldn't mask the concern behind his warm voice any more than he could mask the relief on his face.

"I think... I think I flew," she replied a bit disoriented. It was starting to come back to her. She was on the platform, then it shattered.

"Right..." he responded skeptically, "Well, maybe we can circle back and talk about this later."

"No, Clyde. I'm serious. We were in a cave, and we then the merge happened. Then the platform broke and we flew," she insisted.

"Uh-huh," he replied. He placed the back of his hand against her forehead, but she batted it away, "Who is we."

"Me, Indigo, that boy, the thief and the girl with the pink hair," she explained, "Quit looking at me like I'm crazy!"

Clyde tried to believe her, truly he did. It could happen. Maybe they got trapped in a cave and fell down so shes mistaking it for flying. No, that probably wasn't it.

"Listen, you're probably just disoriented," he suggested much to his friend's disdain.

"Maybe."

"Right, so maybe we give it some time and see if your memory gets a little better before we claim we can fly," suggested the prince.

"Maybe you stop talking to me like I'm an infant," replied Deidre.

Clyde began to laugh, and Deidre couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe she was disoriented. Who knows what could have happened while she was unconscious.

"Come on," Clyde instructed, "Go get dressed."

"Why? Where are we going?"  Deidre questioned throwing her cover off herself and climbing off the bed.

That was when Clyde got up and she noticed what he was wearing. That day, he really looked like a prince. His hair seemed particularly golden under the blessed rays of the sun, and his eyes seemed to sway more on the blue side that day. His body was covered in a grey shirt made from leather and wool, with wolve's fur around his neck- the same wolf Deidre had killed for him.

"Dad says he needs us back home immediately, so we're leaving in an hour," he explained.

"Why? What happened?"

"He didn't say, but it seems urgent."

Deidre nodded and kicked Clyde out of the room. She changed into her traveling outfit- a black long sleeve top made of wolve's fur and wool, and long cotton pants. She placed her sword into its holster, then packed her armor into its case. She went to the mirror and placed her hair into its wrap but noticed something odd.