Chalsea originally planned to stay away from the party for just a little while, but as often happened plans didn’t always turn out the way one hoped to. Truth was she felt tired and left to get some fresh air away from all the commotion and the alcohol aroma in the air that was getting to her senses. Truth was that the nomad had not slept much the past week almost. It’s been over five days since she went with little no sleep. Last night she barely took 10 or so minutes with the total sleep since they started to ride towards the White Stone City being just under two hours.

 As she had leaned on the wall to rest a little and clear her head, she soon found herself sitting and eventually before she realized the nomad had drifted off under the influence of the lack of sleep mostly as she barely drank any wine tonight, but then again in her tired state even half of what she actually drank would have been enough to cause her to fall asleep pretty much right away under normal circumstances.

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 As the crowd broke up and everyone went their way home to their families or with a date and the queen finally was left alone on the marketplace. The city was quickly turning quiet as even Chalsea’s men who held a nord funeral outside the walls had returned to their granted home for the time being, but in fact Adalia was not alone in the marketplace as she probably believed.

 From one of the side alleys a pair of girls appeared clearly returning from somewhere and headed towards the housing given to Chalsea’s warband. They were giggling about something as they noticed the queen who was waiting for the nomad. 

 It was the two young witches from Chalsea’s mercenary band. They quickly noticed Adalia and with a happy childish giggle ran next to her. They were still young and barely reached Adalia’s shoulder in height.” You are Queen Adalia, right?” The witches asked in unison, studying the immortal from head to toe before doing a quick spin around the woman to study her from each angle. They had big bright smiles, black elegant dresses adorned with raven feathers and they faces betrayed their childish innocent(maybe for witches) personalities.

 [color=c4df9b]“Are you waiting… for Chalsea, your majesy?”[/color] They finished each other’s sentences as they once more stopped spinning around the queen and looked at her with innocent smiles before they started to giggle again.” Come! With us!” They suddenly called in unison again before grabbing Adalia’s hands and started to pull her with them towards one of the alleys.

 [color=c4df9b]“Here!”[/color] Vala said as they reached the alleyway.[color=c4df9b]" There!"[/color] Sala pointed deeper into  the alley.[color=c4df9b]” Go there, you will see her!”[/color] She added, giggling, giving Adalia urging to go and check out what was there. 

 Truth was that Chalsea was still sleeping there in the alley, sitting on the ground, leaned on the wall with a calm relaxed expression on her face. She was bathed in the moonlight which had turned her beautiful blond hair into a river of silver.

 [color=c4df9b]“She was tired!”[/color] Sala stated, placing ah and on Adalia’s back to push her to go to Chalsea.[color=c4df9b]” But by now she should have rested enough!”[/color] Vala added also placing a hand to urge the queen to go to their big sister.[color=c4df9b]” She appears to like you, so you go wake her up!!!” [/color]They called in unison again with smiles that right now appeared a little devilish.