Celris nodded and bowed, "Thank you, Cerosene, for your ." As they entered Tol'Sel -at last!- her eyes had combed the Feral, and though she'd had many moments where she could've<span style="font-style: italic">sworn</span>she'd seen the massive shoulders of one, or the distinctly slim build of another, or even the pup-like laughter of the third...she did not find them.<br/>However, it was difficult remaining morose in her own home, even if she didn't have the best memories of Tol'Sel, there was nothing like the merrymaking of her own kind, after so long away from them, to lighten her mood.<br/>Her family was nomadic by nature, and preferred the outskirts and desert life to the city. She'd just have to hope...<br/>Oz prodded her and she waved at Cerosene's retreating form, shouting out one last thanks before turning towards the inn. As sh entered, Oz in tow, she felt the weariness of the last few days sink it. She wanted rest, she wanted<span style="font-style: italic">food</span>, but most of all she didn't want to worry anymore.<br/>Celris strode up to the front counter, leaving Oz to stand somewhat lost, near the entrance, and requested the rooms. The clerk eyed the HighBreed with open suspicion and then glanced at her quizzically.<br/>Celris motioned to him and grinned savagely, "In the raids I captured him and took his wings. He's passive, no worries."<br/>The clerk reluctantly took the money and grumbled, "Can you guarantee that?"<br/>Celris set her jaw and stared at him through narrowed eyes, "You sir are correct in being so cautious, but  unless you want me to draw more attention to his bein' here by organizing a demonstration, you're gonna have to take my word for it."<br/>He seemed to take in her small stature, and snorted. "I might have to take you up on that. After those raids, we can't trust anyone can we?"<br/>She bristled, if she'd been taller, and layered with a bit more muscle no one would have asked twice.<br/>She snapped her fingers and hissed, "Oy!"<br/>Oz turned his head and approached, coming to a swift halt. "Yes?" He sounded somewhat better, maybe all this activity was making it more difficult to sulk.<br/>Celris pointed to him, "Kneel."<br/>He hesitated for only half a second, the memories of his old life clashing with his new position. He knelled and stared up at her, confused.<br/>The clerk nodded, "Fine then. But if it goes on rampage it's not just<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>head we'll be hunting."<br/>Celris smiled, and Oz recognized that dangerously sweet voice, "If it does come to that, I wish you luck."<br/>She moved towards the ladders, and quickly secured their rooms, placing what little supplies they had remaining there.<br/>Oz made himself comfortable in the corner, sitting straight with his wings in his lap, staring out the window to the masses below.<br/>Celris yawned, but her stomach was the louder of the two. "...Do you need...anything?"<br/>Oz shook his head, "Not unless you have some HighBreed Forging equipment, so I can repair my armor."<br/>She felt a slight chill, "You can do that?"<br/>He paused, his most cherished memories remained at the Forges. He didn't wish to disclose them. LowBreed or not. "Yes. Not to any great extent, but I could repair these claw marks...and dents."<br/>She relaxed, not the wings, then. She had no doubt the HighBreed would revert to his old ways if he got his 'angel' status back.<br/>"Okay then, I'll be back in a bit, I could eat a horse!"<br/><br/>As she left Oz wondered how much of an exaggeration that was.<br/>An hour later, when she returned, after asking damn near everyone in the dining area as well as in the streets about oddly patterned travelers stopping by for supplies, she felt worse than ever. Os took one look and didn't make a sound, rather, he pretended to be 'asleep', which wasn't too difficult.<br/>Celris eyed the HighBreed suspiciously, then approached the window and stared at the moon for some time.<br/>She muttered a few sentences, and Osbourne caught the name, 'Aclan', before she slumped into the cot, her breathing slowing down and evening out almost right away.<br/>Oz set his halberd  by his side and stared at the moon as well, perhaps this glimpse of that heavenly body could answer his questions, as it had the Feral's.