Zyanith had been exploring the city for some time, wandering haphazardly and with no definate destination in mind. Erreth had, of course, had several choice words about her decision to walk around rather than going to get some sleep, but Zya had simply ignored him and done as she pleased. It was nearing midday, though, and she was beginning to find herself hungry again.
"Hey Erreth, you notice somewhere to grab food?"
"Oh, so now you pay attention to me. I see how it is, girl."
"Stop being so huffy. You haven't had to walk at all."
"Riding can be very tiring," he remarked with a disdainful sniff. Zya shrugged, nearly uprooting the small cat from his shoulder-perch, and looked around, her gold eyes roaming the surrounding area for any building that looked promising.
"I smell animals, if that's any help to you," Erreth said. "A snake, and something... almost a bird. But not quite. Coming from over there." He pointed a white-tipped paw toward an inn, and Zya glanced at him as best she could, considering he was practically pressed against her face.
"I hate to eat at an inn twice in a row... their food is almost as a rule barely edible. But whatever, I'm hungry." At that, she strode into the inn and settled herself in the nearest chair, Erreth hopping onto the counter and settling into a position that suggested he was no less than feline nobility.
