Stepping into the dark room, Rosalie trailed her hand along the cool wall lightly, feeling about for the switch as she tentatively walked. Whilst constantly bracing herself with each step she took, she tried to remember the contents of the room and their location even if it wasn’t exact. She did not want to kick anything by mistake and had resorted to sweeping her free hand about her blindly to catch herself before she did. Finding the switch, she flicked it on and moved to flop onto her bed, screwing her eyes shut. The girl had a difficult time believing what she had just said and did. She had actually been talking to the Blood Dragon and, more than that, she was the dragon’s owner! Turning her head slightly to look at the curtains, she resisted the urge to go near the window and peer outside. Perhaps laying there pondering the events of tonight was much, much better.

Even if it had been only moments ago, she could still see the scar behind Gore’s horn, a static image that failed to leave her. Had that really been the result of people throwing an object, a “concrete slab,” as the dragon had said, at him? Maybe he could have done something to anger the people at the time? Rosalie’s shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug. It was not that she was nonchalant over what she had been told or even seen; it was simply that she did not know the whole story and for that, she was unable to judge what had really happened save for perhaps regarding Gore with even more suspicion than she did earlier. There was some sympathy for him, but she had no plans to dwell on that. The girl did not know the dragon well enough to be taking his side, so she might as well keep him at arm’s length. After all, seeing as she was his Mistress, it meant she must have the right to decide the course of their relationship. At the moment, it was nothing more than two souls finding a common ground for survival. That was, if Gore did not decide to kill her, first. It was natural to be afraid of something that was not understood, and that meant Rosalie would have to keep a careful eye on the Blood Dragon. She could not forget what she saw that day; of how brutally the hunters were murdered. Saving a few lives did not make up for the sheer loss. She would hate to be in the position of receiving news that someone she dearly loved had been killed. Through all that, could forgiveness be given so easily? Not just by those recently left behind by the dead, but by many past warriors? These were some of the matters that could come up once she got back home, and she was becoming quite concerned.

Gore seemed ‘nice’ at least.. Or as nice as a monster could really be. Rosalie was more than aware that she could have left him there to a new owner who would treat him as he deserved to be treated as a dragon with a bloodstained name, but would she be thinking back on it later? She gave a light and bitter chuckle at the thought, shifting to lay on her side now. [i]Boy am I going to have fun explaining this[/I], she thought, sitting up as she looked to her phone sitting idly over the bedside desk. She could give Eric and Sigmund the outcome of the auction or she could show them herself. Hand hovering over the little flip-up phone, Rosalie gave a light smile and pulled away. She wanted to see their reactions personally and would allow them to do almost whatever they wanted to the dragon. It was what Gore deserved.

~

Morning came quickly, bright light reaching into the room through the small parting of the curtains. Rosalie had been up a bit earlier than that, planning her trip while quietly pacing about the room as to not disturb those who had not yet risen to this cool morning. Every idea had been shot down so far as she wanted to spend her money wisely. Where she could walk the trip, she would and where there was no choice but to pay for something necessary, she would do so and that was considering she had something to spend.

Exiting the inn with her bag that was lighter than it was on that day three weeks ago, Rosalie only continued to pace about in front of the inn, chin lifted. Perhaps she should stop planning ahead so much and take things one step at a time, she told herself. It would certainly help with the stress. [i]Also,[/I] she thought, stopping for a moment, [i]I can’t believe I’m going to be going home... with Gore. That winged lizard better not have run off. Then again... if he had, I wonder if it’ll be my responsibility. I guess the Order or that Rorshe guy could still be here in Desdemona. I wonder if they offer refunds.[/I] “Hmm... Then again, maybe last night could have all been a dream.” Rosalie was aware it wasn’t seeing as she had woken up worried over how she would make it back, but the thought that maybe it had been was all too enticing to her.

The girl shrugged her backpack off, dropping into a crouch as she rummaged through her belongings. If she found her camera, then that would mean this was all in her head! If not, then she was stuck with him. The girl shuddered, the thought prompting her to search faster with a bit more urgency to it. Rosalie knew the answer. She knew it wasn’t there, but the hope of maybe finding it at the bottom of her bag, under all her possessions, teased her like an odd glint in the ocean.