It's almost amusing how the days began to blur together so easily. Sometimes she could hardly distinguish what had actually happened from her numerous, lucid dreams. But the last few days she had been quite the little insomniac. Her azure eyes didn't seem to be able to close, and it was beginning to show. Beneath her eyes was a thick smudging of those bruise-like colors, shadows that lingered. Along the sensitive eyelids and the actual eye were blood-shot, telling the tale of someone who just couldn't fall asleep.
The steady rythem beneath her rocked her hips in that gentle, rocking flow. The unicorn mare seemed to have lost her majesty - she was as raggard as her rider. The gait was average and she seemed like a regular equine, except for the dirt covered golden horn mounted on her forehead. Her black eyes were sleepy, unused to the week straight without sleep.
Caza's body was slumped forward, and her eyes were dull and she was becoming quite listless. Nothing really registered - she barely noticed the change of sound from dirt to cobblestone as the unicorn trudged onwards to god knew where. Finally, something in her mind clicked and she abruptly turned the mare as she slowly moved, Caza dismounting and ground-tieing her. She wandered into the building, the stench of sweat and liquor familiar, and at the moment, attractive.
Finding a seat at the bar she ordered stew and the strongest drink they had. Her staff was between her legs, leaning against her right shoulder. That one of the only things that set her appart from everyone else was her armour. It was light and mostly wood - but ENCHANTED wood. That was really the only difference, and what did that matter?
She leaned against the bar, sighing and taking a long swig of her drink and scooped some stew in her mouth, thinking how wonderful it tasted at the moment. But, of course, she didn't forget about her noble steed just as tired and hungry and thirsty AND dirty as she was. She tapped her knuckles on the bar, looking distantly at the tender.
"Sir, do you a stable?"
He nodded at her, probably wondering why she hadn't seen it considering it had been so obviously. This being both TAVERN and INN. But he glanced at her long and hard decided not to mention anything. It was more than obvious how haggard she was, it would be no buisness nor concern of his.
"Yes ma'am," He said, nodding another time.
"Aye, then can you please get my unicorn out front a room? Feed her, stable her, groom her... And I would like a room myself," she said, moving a hand to the pouch and managed to spill some coins into her palm.
While he told her the price she then outstretched it to him, dropping it into his hand as he set to work, giving her a key, and getting a stable hand to do what she told. She was, afterall, a paying customer. The best kind, of course. So she just relaxed, ordering another drink of the same kind, balancing it with her thick stew. Of course she'd get drunk no matter which way the dice fell.
CAZAIIAL | will you be my drug?
