Wayward (Prince Arthur x Oc)

Chapter 7: In which the road leads to Hävelösa

Edda felt like she couldn't even think straight as they finally exited the forest, her face still felt incredibly warm, for an exact reason she was having trouble to really pinpoint. Maybe it was a little bit of everything, the fact that she had fallen asleep on someone she barely had known for more than a few days, the fact the had been caught sleeping on them by a Skogsrå, the fact that that Skogsrå was clearly under the beliefs that it had been some sort of romantic thing, and the fact that Arthur just narrowly avoided getting into a conflict with said Skogsrå. Plenty things she would prefer not to think about, especially anything to do with her falling asleep in Arthur, which she would be happy to have erased from her memories, because she did not need the extra level of awkwardness that they brought. She did not want to look at him and impulsively think about how warm and nice it felt to be embraced by him.

Going past that, everything that had happened that morning had left her once again with a mindspace in utter chaos, and she was severely hoping that was not going to be a pattern. She needed a semi functioning brain to do what she had set out to do, that being breaking a curse.

The inn keeper who owned the inn by the edge of the forest came out to greet them, asking about how they had fared with sleeping in the woods and if they wanted her to get them some breakfast. They both agreed and followed her inside, and sat down by one of the inns tables.

Edda took the moment of relative peace to get her hair in order, having just put it up in a pony tail before getting going that morning. Edda wasn't particularly fond of wearing pony tails in general as it never felt like she had proper control of her hair that way. It wasn't particularly unusual for her hair to get stuck on things when it was allowed to hang somewhat freely, like on bolts on chairs or buttons. It was probably a bit of a weird preference, but what was she but just a bunch of weird preferences. Either way she let her hair out of the pony tail and put it back up in a bun.

As she looked over at Arthur she noted him still holding his sword in a tight grasp. The experience of almost losing it seeming to have had a clear effect on him. She felt kinda bad about it, the strange sword clearly meant something to him.

"Hey," she said to him, staring towards the air just besides him, still feeling kinda awkward about, well, everything. "I can try to embroider some Catsfoot into the sheath, for your sword you know." She gestured a bit into the air. "It could probably help keeping creatures like the Skogsrå at bay from it."

He looked up at her with his big blue eyes. "You think that would work?"

She smiled a bit. "Yeah, I mean there's a reason I used it for your charm and the protective circle."

He shrunk down a bit in the chair at the mention of the circle. "Right, the circle." He looked up at her. "Miss Edda, I ruined the circle last night didn't I."

Edda tensed a bit, she hadn't mention the whole circle thing to him and had hoped he wouldn't have noticed as well. Mostly because she felt like she's been scolding him way to much in the last few days and that it was hardly a thing he had had any control over.

"Yeah," she mumbled out, and gloom started covering his face. "But everyone makes mistakes, and this one happened when you where unconscious, it's fine! No one is walking around here expecting someone who's new to all of this to not make mistakes." Honestly, the sheer fact that he, with how abrasive he'd seemed about magical creatures before, hadn't yet gotten himself chucked like a ball by a giant was probably enough to wow any casual bystander.

He started smiling a small smile while looking up at her, she just grinned back at him.

"Plus, you didn't attack the Skogsrå this morning despite what she was doing to your sword, so I'd call that a stark improvement from trying to fight a troll because he looked at you funny." She reached over the table to lightly jab at his shoulder.