Mary
She is still asleep "Hmmhmmm" Out of no where she bites the air thinking its food she is like a child when asleep she moves, she talks and she keeps having dreams she doesn't wanna see
Marsha
"I'll have to take that as a yes..."*She'd say with a huff of air. A golden light would resonate on her palm as she'd press a hand against Akira's head. The light would travel down her, causing the woman to gradually shrink in size as she'd change in form. What was once a Felinid, now remained a much smaller Ryujin as Melody would finally be able to carry her in her arms to easily climb the stairs.*"You should be back to normal by the time you wake up..."*She'd whisper to her as she made her way to the room door.*
Mary
Akira enjoyed melody pressing her head as a purrr can be heard even does she is asleep she sometimes feels something on her head and easy to wake her up but since she is drunk she is still asleep
Marsha
*Melody would enter the room, placing Akira down on the bed and throwing the covers over her before placing the key down on the desk for her to grab later.*"Sleep well."*She'd say to the now Ryujin, glancing back to her for a short moment before soon heading back out the door and shutting it behind her.*
Herbert
"Take good care of him for me."*Terrel would say, laying down a handful of silver on the counter as he would turn to leave the stables.*"I'll be back for him tomorrow."*With his steed all set for the night, the Elf would press a gloved palm against the door, opening it only to be met by the golden light of a setting sun. It seemed the day would once again reach its end soon enough, something this Pig-Masked individual had grown accustomed to over moons of traveling from one country to the next. Traveling always grew tiresome the more he did it, however, it only allowed him to enjoy the rest stops more whenever he made it to the cities.

His red cloak would sweep behind him as he'd make his way down the Salvanian roads. By now most people had already departed from the streets, heading inside to rest for the impending night while the Elf would follow along a trail he had often taken whenever trying to find a nearby Tavern. The warm summer air rested silently upon his shoulders, the heat reminding the armored man of its presence every so often when he walked about. He had grown used to it in time, though even now it proved to be the occasional nuisance. At the very least, the town seemed to be more peaceful at this time, allowing the Elf to relax from the constant crowds that usually bombarded the roads.*
Aaron
*The Lathian had just left the library as she ventured forth into the streets of the city. The woman walks along the Salvanian roads as her path follows along the edge of a forest as she strolls about the city. She couldn't help but try and see as much as she could while there was still light left. As she walks there is a certain serenity and grace that surrounds her wherever she goes. When she passes a small home where the family is preparing dinner with a group of children playing in the fields they wave at her as she goes past, and Vivere happily returns their greetings with a bright smile. As she goes on she knows her destination shouldn't be too far off, but she doesn't know the city well enough to find it. A proper place to have dinner and find rest.*
*It's been a long journey from her home after all, and she needs a bit of comfort to ease the stresses of traveling. She looks up to the sky as she continues walking, watching the first stars begin to appear in the darkening twilight, and this brings a smile to her full lips. Her hair beginning to glisten in its best ways as the moon starts to show itself. It isn't long until something else grasps her attention though. A person wearing a strange pig-mask. It makes her curious. Who in the world wears that kind of a mask out? It truly must be a joke of some kind, or a mischief maker, but it certainly is amusing to her. She giggles when she is about to cross paths with the person.* "Well hello there!" *She calls out with a radiant and inviting tone.* "How are you doing?" *Vivere smiles as she approaches the figure, her question like a welcoming embrace, her eyes kept on the pig-mask with childlike intrigue. She seems like well intentioned person, and hopes to present herself that way. It seems as if all she wants may be a good conversation without any strings attached.*
Herbert
*Terrel would continue down along the road for a while, figuring himself to be relatively alone out here until he found his ears met by the faint sound of someone giggling. It wasn't the strangest thing to the Elf, knowing how most typically reacted to seeing a regally dressed Pig man. Even he would have laughed at it himself, but he was more accustomed to the choice of attire. He'd shift his gaze to the approaching woman, noting her mannerism for the brief moment he had before she'd speak to him in an overtly inviting tone. The Elf had come to correspond the tone with either someone naive enough to approach a stranger on the streets this late in the day or someone looking to sell something or maybe somewhere in between, there was never telling with High Elves in the few times he's met them. Though Terrel had worked to avoid their Tyranny over Silnaria as much as he could help it.*"If you're looking to sell me something, I'm not interested."*Terrel would say to her, deciding to assume the latter of the options. Being in the city as often as he had just left him experiencing beggar after salesmen after beggar most of which leading to attempts of singling him out among the rest whenever given the chance. It was tiring to say the least especially after such a long journey, but the Elf had come to learn that a simple no worked wonders at times.*
Aaron
*Vivere's smile falters slightly at Terrel's words, but she keeps herself composed and replies,* "Oh *No no no*! I'm not selling anything." *Her voice is cheery and pleasant and carries an accent from her Silnarian homeland.* "I am simply out for a walk.. And thought I might find some entertainment for a bit. Some lodging too before it is too dark. What brings you out this way? If you don't mind my asking.. The mask is quite mysterious after all." *The last question is asked with a gentle smile, her tone like that of a loving older sister checking in on her brother. She doesn't sound like she's trying to start anything by asking, not at all. She really seems genuinely interested in what could bring the pig-man here himself. Her fingers tapping against her staff patiently and rhythmically as she waits for the answer. The sky beginning to darken as the sun sinks slowly below the horizon.*
Herbert
*Seeing that his initial thought was seemingly wrong the Elf would idly scratch at the back of his neck and let out a tired exhale of air. These trips really were starting to weigh down on him. He'd chuckle quietly more so in allowing himself not to appear so standoffish to this individual with her supposed good intent.*"Planning on heading to a tavern actually."*He'd say in a somewhat softer tone despite the natural gruffness of his voice.*"The only real place for a traveler to sleep without claiming residency here."*He'd tilt his head in the direction he was originally heading in.*"You can come along if you wish, taverns seem to love giving entertainment to its patrons for enough pay that is. What's more mysterious than this mask is the amount of people that don't question it."*With that last statement, the Elf would finally smile back down to her, his words more genuine despite his tone making it harder to tell what was sarcasm or not.*
Aaron
*The woman in question would give a playful giggle at Terrel's response.* "Oh come now! A pig man who wears a mask.. There has to be a story behind that one." *She'd giggle lightly as she takes a step closer to the pig-man, her hands held out in front of her in a peaceful gesture. Her palms then going to grasp onto his cheeks with a gentle warmth. Her eyes inspecting the mask with curiosity. Even up close she still seems perfectly innocent and of no harm despite the strange way she acts.* "So... What's your name? Or shall I call you 'Piggy'?" *The idea may have seemed more for a joke than anything, but the woman in question looked more serious about it than expected.* "...I'm Vivere by the way." *She adds, her hands still resting upon Terrel's They then slip off as she rests them back at her sides.* "Let's get to the tavern before it gets too dark..." *She looks around her a bit timidly, but mostly because it seems like she doesn't understand the area very well. She also notices a group of men in ragged clothes playing dice next to the entrance to the tavern with a few more beginning to loiter near the edge of the street and light their fires.* "Hmm.." *She muses quietly, looking between the game they were playing and the others, then nods to herself. She wonders what kinds of things they get into.*