Uncharted

[Caira Ayryn]

She couldnt remember the last time her body had warmed into a soothing bath. Her shoulders sunk low into the pool of fervent water and she realized that her propped sword leaning on the edge the porcelain tub was a distant reminder that she was never truly safe. It had remained concealed, in size by her magic bag from Dalaran, but she had taken it out, just to be sure. Merik had told her to "take five," but that didn’t mean her inner peace had to be disrupted by the eternally waging wars of life.

She came out, feeling cleaner than ever, the grime that had found itself in every nook of her body had been wiped clean, leaving only polished pale skin in its wake. She toweled the suds from her hair as she treated the wounds. The question: "How long had she been out?" certainly ran through her mind a few times, as even the deepest of her wounds had seemed to have been healed.

Caira blinked and her fingers touched the silver coating over her wound. There was barely any pain, despite the throbbing that had caused her so much suffering only a day before. As she had expected though, the next hours weren't easy, and their relationship with Bobbie and Clide went south.

It had happened quickly, the two brothers had asked the sex of the baby, malice touched their eyes as Caira responded the best she could. They then invited the girl to their "ranch" and Caira couldn't spring her defenses quick enough.

"The girl stays with me." Merik's eyes narrowed, his pseudo-southern accent lost.

"Aw, we ain't meant nothin' by it. She just said she'd like the horses."

"There are no horses, Merik." Caira said the truth.

The flint in the men's eyes met, as Caira unsheathed her sword. Pistols were drawn, and the blaze was about to begin.