So much for making a good impression. David had clearly screwed some things up. Leara was pissed off and upset. He listened to her rant back at him. Her curt attitude clear even as she kept her voice calm. He was impressed with her for how controlled she remained despite his outburst. He was made the fool once more for she practically pointed out how selfish his actions were. She was right, he knew very little of things here, she was the expert on Eldorath, not him. He was merely a pawn in some larger grand scheme, though not one that was disposable, but rather the pawn that one made into a powerful queen. Not that he was getting a sex change anytime soon of course. He watched her leave, tempted to chase after her, but then Maia chimed in.<br/><br/>Her reaction was entirely unexpected. He figured that she would be stark raving mad, but rather she seemed more impressed by his little outburst. That struck David as odd, but he listened to her. Thankful she agreed to help him in the long run. Though he understood little of what she was actually talking about, he did agree to waking up early in the morning. When her hand reached his chest, her fingers nimbly tracing up to the neck of his shirt, David became excited for a moment. The woman had taken control and power, it was exhilarating, despite the lack of sexual undertones in anything she actually said.<br/><br/>Once more another retreated.<b>"Good night Maia." </b>He called as she walked off up the stairs. It was then that David realized a grand problem. He had no coins, nothing to pay for the drink with, nothing to pay for a room with. He highly doubted that Leara was going to let him join her up in her room, and while Maia might be more willing she scared him to an extent. In either case he didn't feel like he would be welcome in their quarters.<br/><br/>David figured the Citadel was his best bet for a safe haven that evening. The bar keep waved him off after the ladies left, a clear indication that he was not welcome there any longer. Given what had transpired he wasn't terribly surprised. The sun still shone in the sky, though it was rapidly going down over the horizon. It acted strangely here, for earlier the sun moved slowly, and bore down heat. Now it was moving quickly like a scared jackrabbit being chased by a predator. The sky quickly turned shades of red and orange, then to black all before he made it back to the Citadel.<br/><br/>The heat was sapped and a chill grew in the night air. The large glow of two moons was present, but unlike Earth's moon they did not reflect white light. One reflected a dark red and the other a pale orange color. Neither one shone so brightly that the streets were bright, but they did provide a small amount of light that allowed David to continue to see. He made it into the Citadel, but no one was there to greet him. No comfortable bed, and when he tried the doors that led back to the Council they were locked.<br/><br/>At least there was warmth, and a marble bench, which was better than sleeping out in the cold. So he slept, not well at all, but it was sleep nonetheless. David lacked the understanding of when sunrise was, and his mand continually wandered to different<i>what if</i>which prevented him from ever falling fast asleep. So when he saw the faintest hint of light come through the window he rose up from the bench.<br/><br/>With his body stiff and sore, likely a stench from his unshowered body, and his clothes all ruffled, David stood outside the inn Leara and Maia stayed at. His eyes were heavy with bags underneath them. He didn't dare enter for fear that the bar/inn keeper would kick him out or worse. So he stood and watched the sun dance up slowly across the horizon once more.