Good Morning~
This hits her several moments AFTER her entrance.
"LIAM, YOU'RE HUMAN AGAIN!" she shouted, running to the bed and grabbing him, kissing his cheeks and forehead and hugging him to her painfully.
"I... yes?" he returned groggily before quickly falling back to sleep. He wasn't a morning person.
She sighed, slumping into the chair. After her all-night search for the cure for Liam, and trying to refresh her scrolls for the next day, she was too tired to even walk. She looked at her bag which contained the herbs she'd mixed with fish to try to convince him to eat it, still unsure of how much humanity he'd retained and knowing how picky cats are. "Liam you better know I love you, you jerk."
She pulls out a sheet of parchment, and a bit of ink after some searching, scribbling down a note to the queen. She'd have someone in town send it, because she remembered telling her friend she'd be back the night before. Oh, well. Things happen.
It hit her that Greed hadn't the slightest that he was now bound to her, and she once again decided against telling him. A few more people in their group were necessary before she could be sure, and she needed to scout soon. Maybe after a quick nap...
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Before she was entirely aware of it, it was dark once more. She slammed her hand down on the desk, jolting out of sleep. Both of the guys were already awake.
"We can run through the town, see who's willing to come with us," Liam said.
Greed raised an eyebrow. "Aren't we enough?"
"No. We aren't." Willow sighed. She wished they were, her trust couldn't spread thick enough for everyone in the group. She stands, stretching. "Come on, we'll go into the bars. Greed make SURE you're with us, keep an eye out for anything shady. I haven't the slightest when it comes to things like that, and Liam will be too distracted, likely."
Liam frowned. "I resent that remark."
"Sorry, it's true," Willow said matter-of-factly.
The three of them set out, heading downstairs in the tavern to start with. Willow walked up to Rosalyn, the bartender, and sat down in front of her. She took a deep breath, hoping the girl would be receptive. Rosalyn could be intimidating. Pretty, but not afraid to throw a punch or use mean sarcasm. A Scottish accent and fearless attitude made her perfect for a barmaid, Willow couldn't ever imagine her as a submissive housewife like the other women in town.
"Rosalyn... do you know of anyone that would want to help us out for Queen Theresa?" she asked.
Rosalyn thought for a moment, cleaning the glass in front of her with extra attention. "Nobody here, I don't believe. Unless you'd like to take me with you," she said, looking up to the girl in front of her and searching her eyes for acceptance.
"...do you really mean it? Would you be fearless, willing to fight for your kingdom?" Willow asked, thinking that she herself wasn't fearless so she needed it extra from anyone else joining her.
Rosalyn gave a determined nod. "My father can take over the bar, he always complains about me being back here anyway," she grinned. "I'm about ready to get the hell out of here."
Willow smiled. "Welcome to our group, then," she said over a huge clatter. She turned her head, seeing an already drunken Greed fighting with a pirate from the nearby bay. She walked over, pulling him away by his shirt's collar to his objections. "You stupid drunk bastard don't get yourself killed before you can even start fighting with us, we need you!" she said, glaring.
He crossed his arms angrily, looking over to the smug pirate raising his mug at him before taking another swig.
"Don't even think about it," she said icily. "Rosalyn, pack up your things, we're leaving!"
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Outside, the moon was a full orange. Willow sighed, the cool night air a good deal nicer than the uncomfortably warm day before. She pulled her hair back into a tangled bun before continuing to walk, hearing howls.
Her ears perked up, looking around. Wolves? Always when things seem calm, something has to go down. Of course.











