Chapter 166 New Life (5)
After the epic and laughter-filled dango duel ended in a tie—both competitors running out of breath faster than the dango—they made their way to an old wooden inn by the shimmering canal, named "Kikyou no Yado." The fragrant aroma of cedar wood and jade incense welcomed them, wrapping around their weary bodies like a warm embrace, inviting them to relax and unwind.
The innkeeper, an elderly woman adorned with bright purple hair styled in a lively tuft and draped in a robe resembling festive curtains, greeted them with a warm smile that radiated kindness. "Two people, one room left; unfortunately, it only has... one bed," she announced cheerfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Ah..." Rinoa froze, turning slowly to Fitran, who suddenly resembled a marble statue, his expression set in a mix of surprise and contemplation.
Fitran managed a smile, albeit awkwardly, and with a gentle tone, he replied, "It's fine. I can sleep standing, like an elf guarding a tower. Though it may not be as effective as I'd like." His voice carried a hint of bravado, trying to mask the sudden awkwardness of their situation.
"But you're not an elf. You've even fallen from your meditation chair because you dozed off," Rinoa teased, her laughter bubbling beneath the surface, her bright tone slicing through the tension like a ray of sunlight.
"I was just... practicing 'Dream Stance'," Fitran defended himself, a subtle blush creeping into his cheeks, his voice a blend of caution and earnestness despite his otherwise serious demeanor.
As they entered their room, the atmosphere transformed into a warm sanctuary filled with enticing scents and soft light. Magical orbs hung from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow reminiscent of fireflies dancing in the twilight, while a large lotus-shaped bed dominated the space, its petals unfurling invitingly and offering a tranquil haven for the weary travelers.
"If you're feeling scared, I can build a pillow barricade," Fitran said protectively, a spark of warmth in his tone as he tried to lift Rinoa's spirits.
"A pillow barricade?" Rinoa raised an eyebrow, her smile lighting up the room like the soft glow of the magical lights hanging above. "That's not a fortress, that's an invitation to a pillow fight!"
With a playful grin, Fitran picked up a soft pillow, preparing it as if he were casting an incantation, the tenderness in his hands betraying his serious demeanor. "Barrier of Purity! Level: Sacred Celibate Mode!"
Rinoa burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling like the starry sky outside. Then, with a teasing glint, she said, "With that magical pillow power, are you sure you can fend off your own nightmares?"