89th day of Summer, morning..ish..
It was quiet. Almost silent. No keening eagle cries pierced the air, or the shouts and orders of other riders. No snappy retorts bit in her mind, and there was a feeling of complete isolation. Peaceful to some maybe, but to others it was close to disturbing. It was that sense of disturbance that awoke Shayth with a start. She opened her pale blue eyes and stared at the stone wall across from her. It was too dark in this room, and what was she sleeping on? Where was Turiska. Blinking, she realised there was the sound of even breathing beside her. Looking down, the rider saw her own naked form and an arm slung casually over her bared hip in an unconcious embrace. The day before sprang to her mind, befuddled slightly by the alcohol she'd consumed.
Kovac. A blush rose to her cheeks as she rememebered. She was in Kovac's room, in Kovac's bed. Naked in his bed, with his own unclothed body tucked against her back. A sudden awkwardness consumed her. What if he woke up and threw her out like so much trash? What if that had been his goal - eventually? To seduce and then humaliate her? She knew how easily someone went from ugly to attractive over a wine bottle. What if he woke up and she was that mistake from the night before.
Petch that, the endal thought, carefully lifting his arm off her waist and slipping out of the bed. Clothes were strewn carelessly around the bed, and trying to creep, the young woman began to collect them. Finding her bryda, the rider clutched them to herself as she searched for her top. Shayth hadn't paid much attention when it had come off, and in the half light, it was impossible to find. Petching thing...
Straighting, the woman pushed her red hair out of her face and sighed. Looking around, she moved to get a better look at the living area of the avora. It was small, just a room, and it was obviously not meant to house company. Turning, Shayth ran her fingers along the edge of the small table, wondering how many riders had seen the inside of these houses? Of this one? A small frown creased her brow.