The noise of it is a bit sudden - all the voices and the closing of doors, opening of windows - but the town is simple enough, no bright Fair-lights or fantastical carts selling spells.
The inn, when they find it, is equally simple. Wooden sign with some colorfully plumed bird and a front door with swinging hinges that makes the star grin.
"No Slaughtered Princes," she says. "Somehow that's a comforting notion."
This isn't at all because she still hasn't returned the owner's key. (Really.)
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Date: 2008-08-04 05:18 am (UTC)The inn, when they find it, is equally simple. Wooden sign with some colorfully plumed bird and a front door with swinging hinges that makes the star grin.
"No Slaughtered Princes," she says. "Somehow that's a comforting notion."
This isn't at all because she still hasn't returned the owner's key. (Really.)