Quick Thought.

Her hand was placed flatly upon the wooden door when she heard Tic’s soft voice give a whisper. Miraye turned her head slowly and saw the man herself, his uniform stood out while he sat on his fierce looking horse. He didn’t seem to notice them… at least, not yet. Whatever steps they took, it had to be done carefully as not to accidentally attract his attention. They were looking for them. It was obvious from his expression and his stern eyes that darted from corner to street. It was as though he was a machine.

Miraye calmly took Tic’s shoulder and lead him deeper into the tavern after his sudden pull from the presence of the guard. It was almost empty except for a drunk at the bar while the tender tediously washed a glass mug. He turned his head at them and tried to keep his surprise hidden. They were both covered in what seemed to be blood and mud.

“No questions,” she hissed at the bartender who jumped in his place and snapped his eyes at the ground. She swung a chair from a table and sat, crossing her arms and her legs. A veil of deep concentration clouded her with her bangs covering her eyes. Unknown to Tic was that her brown irises were now transforming into a velvety green.

“They’re looking for you in particular,” she snapped bluntly. Tic was still standing. It irked her in a way and she slammed the table and pointed at the stool next to her. He understood and scrambled to his seat. “Not me, no. They think I’m still dead,” she added but her voice was muffled since her hand was covering her mouth as though she was trying to keep some bile in.

She leaned back, her bangs still covering her eyes as she let go of her mouth. “Bastard probably saw us too, methinks. We’ll be needing a change of clothes. Can’t run around this hell lot with fancy garments.”

Before Tic could do anything, she directed her head at the tender. “Coffee. With Vodka. Now.”