Circe hesitated before deciding against the offer, she placed her hood back on her head and moved to the door of the inn, waiting for the storm to pass. Her eyes were focused on the Runethors braving the storm. The carriage behind them had been destroyed and the brown light shining on their bodies was like a beacon.
This sight gave Circe hope. Their struggles and bravery in adversity gave her hope, perhaps she should learn from them when facing great storms, and perseverance would pay off.
After a while the black cat on her shoulder stirred, before muttering out loud, "Is it finally over? Can we get off this godforsaken planet? My master is awake and I want to be by his side, no matter how much I enjoy staying beside you."
