The fact that I won the game is what really bothers you, I think.
He had struck home and the Eypharian pursed her lips tightly in response. Whatever he had done, he had successfully outwitted her since she could not figure out how had he done it and neither had he been willing to reveal that information. Her walk slowed slightly due to the comment but only when he proposed a deal did she actually stop and turn around. However, the moment he spoke of the Cubacious Inn, she rolled her eyes in frustration. She was also staying at the Inn.
For a moment she could see no way out of it, but then she realized there was no dire reason to head straight back to the Cubacious Inn. The Eypharian slipped a low hand into her skirt pocket and fingered the key that would lead her back there. She could equally head in the opposite direction of its gentle pull.
“No thank you. I’m not headed in the direction of the Cubacious Inn.” She spoke with a forced sense of politeness. “I will be on my way.”
It was still raining and her dress was soaked through. When she clutched the key in her hand she could feel a gentle suggestion leading her to the right. The jungle forest seemed brighter and rather like a trail in that direction, almost inviting. Instead she turned to the left and fought against the subliminal urges. She’d probably find herself getting lost in the tangle of illusions but Timothy could wait and he seemed more than capable of taking care of Andreas when she was out.
Even as she fought through thick branches trying to find an elusive door, an idea began forming in her mind. The bald man had won this time, yet she now knew where he resided and this she could use to her advantage. Perhaps she might pay him a visit once she learned his specific room. Or even pull some sort of prank. A devious smile formed upon her lips as she began thinking of possibilities.
OOCAlas, she is very proud and stuck up. But I hope we might be able to thread again. This will be my last post.
He had struck home and the Eypharian pursed her lips tightly in response. Whatever he had done, he had successfully outwitted her since she could not figure out how had he done it and neither had he been willing to reveal that information. Her walk slowed slightly due to the comment but only when he proposed a deal did she actually stop and turn around. However, the moment he spoke of the Cubacious Inn, she rolled her eyes in frustration. She was also staying at the Inn.
For a moment she could see no way out of it, but then she realized there was no dire reason to head straight back to the Cubacious Inn. The Eypharian slipped a low hand into her skirt pocket and fingered the key that would lead her back there. She could equally head in the opposite direction of its gentle pull.
“No thank you. I’m not headed in the direction of the Cubacious Inn.” She spoke with a forced sense of politeness. “I will be on my way.”
It was still raining and her dress was soaked through. When she clutched the key in her hand she could feel a gentle suggestion leading her to the right. The jungle forest seemed brighter and rather like a trail in that direction, almost inviting. Instead she turned to the left and fought against the subliminal urges. She’d probably find herself getting lost in the tangle of illusions but Timothy could wait and he seemed more than capable of taking care of Andreas when she was out.
Even as she fought through thick branches trying to find an elusive door, an idea began forming in her mind. The bald man had won this time, yet she now knew where he resided and this she could use to her advantage. Perhaps she might pay him a visit once she learned his specific room. Or even pull some sort of prank. A devious smile formed upon her lips as she began thinking of possibilities.
OOCAlas, she is very proud and stuck up. But I hope we might be able to thread again. This will be my last post.
