Eyes glimmering with more intelligence that the girl's youthful exterior suggested met Dawn's own. The tailed girl obviously waited for something from the turmoil afflicted woman, something more than the strained smile that Dawn offered. Eyes dyed a soft blue kept watching the young mage even as she turned away to give her regards to the ramen whose efforts had bought Dawn the assistance she needed to get onto muse's trail.<i>"Sleep toight, sistah. As yah said. Long day 'head... bunch o' em far yah if yah's heading into the deep wood."</i>He took her coin, delivering the solid iron key into Dawn's hand a moment later. There was no sign of the betailed girl when Dawn climbed the stairs, but that didn't mean those spirited eyes didn't follow her.<br/><br/>As Dawn turned to dreams and sleep, haunted by a song rising from the depth of memory, the hubhub of the tavern below grew quiet. Sleep calling the workmen and women of the village while the forest loomed over it. Tendrils of mist encrouched, probing the ring of many lights but never finding the strength to roll into town. At least not tonight. With music and conversation gone all that was left was the natural sounds of wind and groaning wood. For the townspeople, it was a quiet and calm night. Some might lay awake, pondering their promises or thoughts but none dreamed like Dawn did. Like the villagers of New Vale, these were but ordinary people in a world far bigger than they'd ever know. Their feet did not know the land like Dawn. Few souls did, really, and Dawn met a good portion of them during her last journey, the one that lead to the very edge of the world.<br/><br/>Dream-filled night turned to day, and while the sun's early rays peeking through the curtains did not succeed in pulling Dawn from that echo of a man's memory, the gentle rapping of a child's hand on wood did. Blue eyes full of interest peered up at Dawn from behind a curtain of golden locks. While it was obvious the girl might've inheritated certain traits like the tail, she was still so different from that ashen-skinned near-beast with her burning eyes and crown of horns. "Yes... that's... because it is breakfast." The tailed girl said a little shyly while bringing the food inside. "Mr Gort and Mr Johnson are still preparing for your journey, so you don't need to hurry." For someone that looked not even ten years old, she was surprisingly articulate. Then again, according to Johnson she was dropped off here in town a decade and a half ago.<br/><br/>The girl once more turned that blue gaze of hers in Dawn's direction. "Were you serious when you said you were going to look for her? For the First Elf?" While she watched Dawn waiting for an answer, the girl's tail crept around her leg. She was nervous. "...despite all the danger of the wood and what she did to Mr Johnson?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>