Chapter 34: Helena meets Conan and banter
Midnight, Critc Ishelm.
Helena, attacked by a small storm earlier into her journey had lost her tight bun and was now furiously moving her full hair away from her face, all the while carrying a heavy luggage. She was nearing the casted land when she heard someone coming from behind her, the carriage was fast and angry but suddenly slowed before reaching her, she couldn’t as for a lift as he appeared to be a douchebag. His first words from inside the carriage were "What is a witch going to do in Critic Arley? "
"The same could be asked about you" She sassed without missing a beat or looking at him, her fingers deep in her hair she tried to put it back in a bun.
He peeped out of his carriage "Fair enough, let me give you a ride" he offered, his teeth open in a wide grin
"No"
He nodded, not bothering to persuade her "Don’t let the hunters get you" he taunted
"I wonder what hunter you know"
"Lord Theodore doesn’t hunt, they usually go to him" she sassed, doubting the statement herself but holding onto it.
She noticed the witch pause, giving her a strange look before shaking his head and moving on "You’re lucky I’m in a hurry for my mission" he said
"Run along, errand boy"
Helena smirked as she changed her steps into skips, matching her mood, she was excited about this journey, she had enough money to start up a good life and possibly become close friends with a noblewoman who would show her around Critic Arley. As a girl who grew up in the midst of people who hid their true nature and desires, she knew not how to love amongst the free ones, but she was going to try and nothing could make her turn around to the house that never felt like home.