Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160514174232/@comment-5583506-20160515143940

Shakti came tumbling out of bed, her head aching and pounding as if it had been repeatedly battered with a warhammer. Yet the content on her mind somewhat soothed her.

''Did I actually dream about Gabriel? ''she reflected with an amused smile. Hardly know the man and suddenly having dreams about him?

She slapped herself slightly across the cheek before stumbled over to a nearby bucket. Might have been originally intended to be used as a chamber pot for visitors of the inn, but Shakti found herself to be in a position in which the contents of her stomach had a dire need to exit her body through another direction.

After a couple of lengthy groans, she rolled over to the side and discreetly wiped some vomit from her whiskers and dried it off on the corner of the blanket without remorse. She stood up on a pair of unsteady legs, slowly making her way down the stairs to the group gathered there. She refrained from speaking to any of them though. They were all strangers to her after all...

Sari woke up not long after. Having slept outside on a bench wasn't good for her back. And not even her thick fur had been enough to keep her warm during the night.

She sneezed and rubbed her muzzle. Don't tell me I have catched a cold...

Entering the inn, she made sure to keep as far away from Zaydate as possible. She didn't want anything to do with the Argonian from now.