Her father hated it when she strayed among humans for too long.  He regarded them with significant disdain, most likely because he thought himself above them.  She was certain he still resented the fact that he and others like him did not rule this world wholly.  They were stronger than the humans, but there were far fewer of werewolves and vampires in the world, so it was not as if they could take over by brute force.  Asena was sure if they could have, her father would have jumped at the chance.<br/><br/>"We should hurry, the moon's about to rise, 'Sena."  Her companion, Ora said.  Ora's concerns were more for her own behavior than Asena's.  Being the child of Alpha's had its benefits, many wolves could shift at will, but some still felt the pull of the moon when it was full and bright in the sky.  Once they crossed through the portal, Ora would have better control.<br/><br/>"Go on, I will catch up.  There was one last thing I wanted to get."  Asena motioned with her hand for Ora to continue on without her, but her friend looked annoyed.<br/><br/>"Your father said I had to stay near your side...."  Ora whined.  Asena could fend for herself, but her father still preferred she have a chaperone.  He still had enemies and likely believed she was more vulnerable in the human world.<br/><br/>"And you will be, I will be right behind you.  I think it would be rather alarming if you suddenly went from a maiden to a wolf in the middle of the square, don't you?"<br/><br/>It was a convincing enough argument that Ora huffed and turned on her heel, running lightly towards the doorway that worked as a portal to an inn that creatures such as the two women could access.  Asena ignored her friend's attitude and turned to head into a nearby shop.<br/><br/>The shopkeeper's eyes lit up as she entered.  "Ah, Miss Valoran!  My wife just finished the piece this morning, let me get it for you."  He was an older man, his hands were slightly gnarled from arthritis.  His wife was a few years younger than him and she had taken up the craft of making the jewelry they sold as his hands began to fail him.  He went into the back of the shop and returned a moment later, dangling a chain of silver in his hand.<br/><br/>"I think it turned out quite lovely, if I do say so."  Swinging at the end of the chain was an opalescent crescent moon.  Asena's grandmother had a necklace that was nearly its twin and that was why Asena had commissioned the piece in the first place.<br/><br/>"I adore it, I'm afraid I cannot stay though, my father will be worried."  She pulled a pouch of coins from her purse.  "Please tell your wife thank you for her stunning work."<br/><br/>The shopkeeper took the money with a large smile and Asena gathered the necklace into her hand.  She was back in the streets and making haste to the inn a moment later, her feet clicking evenly against the cobblestone streets.  Just as she was about to reach the door, a rather thick and somewhat drunk man stumbled his way into her.  Her fingers flexed, but Asena did not notice that the necklace had slipped from her fingers, so she continued onward, into the inn.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="255" data-username="@Dumble-dork" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/255/">@Dumble-dork</a>