<span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>The sanctuary and intended kindness was perceived a little differently than perhaps was expected by the offering Divine Warrior.  While she desperately tried avoiding conflict with the man who was larger and likely more powerful than herself, there was no way in hell that she would go to some hotel room that he mysteriously invited her to.  It just wasn't going to go down well in her mind either way.  The situation was precarious, to say the least.<br/><br/>As the vocal man of the two Divine creatures who had come to sway the fate of the world went off to take a seat on the bench nearby, Gwendalin turned slowly away, picked up the key to the room that he had tossed and ventured closer toward the plastic tunnel she would call her bed for the night.  As she settled in there, her dress tucked tightly around her lithe figure to play the role of a make-shift cocoon blanket, a gentle smile took to her lips.  The night was warm and the breeze slowly fading.  As the girl's eyes slid closed and sleep overtook her mind, she had hopes that the night would be a peaceful one.<br/></span></span></span>