Shula had helped Thomas clean up the kitchen and she had to hear him bitch and wine about it for what seemed like forever. She couldn't really blame him but at the same time she felt like the man had definitely said the wrong thing. The dragon was ignoring the pain the bond brought but even she knew that eventually it would become too much for her to handle. She could feel Faelan's distance becoming greater and as it increased she became even more restless. It was like a force physically pulling her in the direction he seemed to be, like a rubber band stretched to it's limit. As she curled up in her bed she gritted her teeth, determined to make him come to her. The band pulling them together eventually snapped though and it had her bolting up in her bed, sweat covering her forehead and blinked, looking for him in the darkness. She had dozed off, her exhaustion from the fight having wore her out too much to stay awake. Now she was more awake then ever. She threw her legs over the bed, changing her clothes into more suitable ones.<br/><br/>She had altered many of them to fit her and accommodate her tail. She didn't like to be encumbered by flowing fabric so her blouse was tight fitting, cutting off at her forearms. Her pants were cut shorter as well, stopping at her upper calf where she had hemmed them. She had managed to find a cloak with a big hood- big enough to accommodate her horns and hide her tail; the less attention she garnered for herself the better. She grabbed a large bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she rushed downstairs. She was actually glad she didn't find Thomas there. She took some food from the cupboards, wrapping it in cloth and stuffing it into her bag. The woman began to write a note to explain her absence and she jumped as she turned around, Thomas at the archway of the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Off again, huh?" He said, sounding a bit solemn. Before she could respond he lifted a bag in his hands, holding it out toward her. "I figured you'd have to scurry off to your little ghost prick eventually, so I though you could do with this."<br/><br/>The woman raised an eyebrow, looking at her bag. "Well I already kinda grabbed one..." She stated, feeling slightly guilty.<br/><br/>"You'll want this one. It has an expansion enchantment so you can store practically anything in here so long as you can fit it in the hole. Weight doesn't really effect it either, just think about what you need to fish out. Just don't put anything living in here or let anyone know you have this. It's a little....well highly illegal."<br/><br/>The woman took the bag from him, giving the man a hug and telling her that she'd see him again soon. She didn't know weather or not that was true but she wanted it to be. The man gave her some more gear- rope, a knife, extra clothes, a small tent, and sent her on her way much like a parent would with a child who was going to college. Except that child was a dragon and college was a bond she could never escape.<br/><br/>She didn't know what time of night it was but the moon hung over head, lighting her path as she fallowed where her heart was taking her. She knew what raid to follow and while her confidence in direction confused her she chalked it up to the bond.<br/><br/>The woman set out on her journey, feeling some sort of relief by following Faelan, but the distance didn't seem to get much closer. She could guess Faelan was still moving. She continued walking, passing by traders and caravans on her way. She paid them no mind, only set on getting closer to Faelan. Hours passed and yet she still walked, hitching a couple of rides on wagons here and there but never really resting. Eventually she had to stop, feeling too tired and fatigued to continue. She found a secluded spot and set up her small tent, trying to sleep. it didn't last long and soon she was off again, following the path she needed to be on.