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[an_evening_star]

"... Tristran and Yvaine were forced to sneak out of the town at the dead of night, and they only escaped because Yvaine persuaded (by some means, on which Tristran was never entirely clear) the dogs of the town not to bark as they left."

-- Stardust, p.248

"We would so love to keep you, Master Tristran," she mocks - voice a high-pitched falsetto, eyelashes fluttering - as she stalks forward, looking altogether rather murderous. "Just one more, please? Oh, my you do look strong."

She feels rather smug with the ease in which she remains distinctly not torn to pieces of any kind, and grins at her walking companion for a brief moment.

"You will forgive me," she drawls down at the hunting dog following along at her side, its dark shoulders set high near to her hip. "If I cannot quell the urge to vomit."

The trip to the room they've provided for Tristran isn't all too far, though the walk itself does manage to reign in her temper considerably, leaving her satisfied enough to ruffle the dog's ears fondly before she slips through the (unlocked - bloody moron) door undetected.

She pauses then and her eyes roll indulgently at the fact that he's already passed out, shoes still on and covers forgotten, and she pads forward quietly.

"Tristran," she singsongs, leaning over his sleeping form - one hand braced above his shoulder and the other hovering lightly over his chest. "Time to go now, Tristran."

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[an_evening_star]

She tilts her head to peer behind them - far enough, she supposes, and replies as such. Things are small behind them and the dogs have fallen back.

"And which way takes you home now?"

[tristranthorn]

"That way," Tristran answers automatically, finger pointing towards a more north-east direction this time. "Right past that small mountain."

He blinks in the dark and lets out a yawn. "Are you tired, Yvaine?"

[an_evening_star]

"No," she answers simply - then adds, as if it changes everything. "But you are."

A teasing drawl.

"You will be able to walk in a straight line come morning anyhow."

[tristranthorn]

Another yawn, quite suddenly.

"Mmm ... yes. I am feeling rather tired. Perhaps we ought to find a spot, just for a few hours at most..."

[an_evening_star]

"Just sit down, Prince Charming," her eyes roll indulgently, smile oddly fond under the cover of darkness. "Nothing is after us this time."

Her fingers loosen as she stops walking, releasing him and wrapping her arms lightly around her stomach.

"Odd as it may seem."

[tristranthorn]

Tristran obeys immediately, the lack of contact from Yvaine allowing the slightly chilled evening air to cool his arm.

He collapses to the ground (more or less) stretching his legs. "I don't think I'll be reciting any stories for a good long while. Far too exhausting," he says, yawning again. "And -- if I ever decide to become a bard, please remind me of this experience."

The bag slips off his shoulder and is patted down for use as a makeshift pillow.

[an_evening_star]

She breathes a quiet laugh, levering herself to the ground and leaning against a nearby tree - she sees little point in standing, even if she isn't tired.

"I somehow do not think that you are likely to forget," she murmurs, watching him quietly. "But, I - of course."

[tristranthorn]

"Hmmm ... thank you," Tristran mumbles, already lying against the grass and dirt, head propped up against his bag.

Sleep clouds his mind to a point of numbing it from any and all immediate thoughts pertaining to Yvaine, Victoria and Awkwardness, and instead are muffled into a very large blur of Confusion. But it's good enough for him to get some much needed rest that the usually uncomfortable ground does not seem so bad.