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Hanging By an Ice-Cold Chanelier--------------
As they traveled southward to Turgall, they made their way across the top of Belkrath and into a Northern town. No one questioned them, as this town made most of it's money on travelers and trade, so it had a few small shops, a tavern and inn, but nothing more. Once his new companions had some better clothes, they continued west into Hellvion, to where Blaith met up with a few associates, leaving Katahnia and Conall alone for a few days, but demanding that they stay low.
Not one to disobey, she remained steadfast by Conall's side, seeming only able to share whispers with him for days until they were on the road traveling once more.
There had been talk of running away, but it appeared neither was so foolish, as if, every time they looked over their back, her crazed cousin might be there.
Now they were going south and they were finally crossing the boarders into Turgall.
By now, the areas were much warmer, the grasses thawing along with the river beds, which were gushing with life as song birds sat on bare branches and whistled songs.
Katahnia smiled at the sight of a yellow-crested pheasant, recalling a time long ago, before her family had been slaughtered, and before her name had become erased. It was funny how twice i her life, the people of Connlaoth wanted her dead.
It would take the rest of the day to ride into the castle, and by then, the pair had been given a second pair of clothing, a chance for a proper bath before he'd drag them into his home.
They were just outside the castle gates, residing in a small tavern called 'The White Rose'; where a bed and bath could be purchased for half a silver. Blaith paid a premium to see the pair got oils, while he himself road on ahead to ready the castle for their arrival, and also to get himself in better clothes.
It was while Katahnia lay in the cooling bath waters that she finally spoke to Conall, having been silent most of the day.
"Conall?" she spoke towards the wooden partition int he room. The place was dark, but cozy, and segmented by thin squares of wood, and flimsy, but lockable doors. She had made sure her bath room was next to his, and waited until she heard him get comfortable in the waters on his side before striking up a conversation. After all, she could hear everything through the thin walls, and no body else was in there.
And it was like the rest of their journey- where no one questioned who they were, as if their other lives were ghosts.