Awakening to a bright tommorow.

[Merchante]

'Maybe I'm dreaming' he thought as she rose out of the bed. His eyes scanned her trying to believe it too. "Your alive thanks to the spell." he softly stated. "I used the old blood spell, and if your not familiar with it, it heals your fatal wounds and binds me to you." He got up and walked across the cold floor with the tray of food in hand, sat down, and began to hand her some bacon. "Hungry?" His eyes betrayed a bit of happines to her.

[Lisa]

"Spell?" she was still holding her head panicing. She sat there thinking about what he had told her. Finally she calmed down and looked up. He asked if she was hungry, she couldn't help but stare at the bacon he was handing her as her stomach growled.

She gladly took the bacon from him and nearly inhaled it. After swollowing she looked up at him again and repeated her questions, "Why did you come back? Why did you help me?" She paused as she thought about the spell he had used to save her life.

Suddenly curiosity got to her. "Your spell binds you to me? So you're like a comrade now." she lauged lightly, "A traveling buddy, so to speak." She was so glad that he was kind enough to feed her. Most people dispise having anything to do with her just because of what she was.

[Merchante]

"Sort of like that if you'd say so." He said as he began to nibble on a piece of toast. His eyes looked away from her out to the window. "The spell says that I can never leave your side unless you dismiss me. Otherwise I'll die, do you understand. You are now what keeps me alive." He turned back to her so to comprehend her emotions. "Anyways, how are you this fine morning?"

[Lisa]

For once a smile crept upon her face as she watched her new friend enjoy his singed bread. She's never had a friend before let alone a comrade besides her dragon friends. Usually everyone hated her for what she was, but it was a lycan that was willing to bind himself to her that actually befriended her.

"I understand." she said with her smile slowly growing and fading back into an almost hidden grin. It was so easy to forget the fact that he was a lycan. The one being she had always despised because of the harm lycans did to baby dragons. Shaking the thought from her mind, she took another bit, making it her last and leaving over half the meal left. She never ate very much, usually just enough to knock off the hunger.

His question ignited a fire inside her. , the kind of fire to pump adrenaline to the extreme. She looked at him as her eyes lit up. "I feel like flying!" her smile bigger than before. "Would you like to fly?" she asked anxiously. Before he could answer she handed him what was left and stood on the floor with the sheet still wrapped around her. She reached for the dress he had for her on the arm of the chair when something new struck her.

All she could do was stand there paralyzed for the moment. She had thought she was completely healed. Apparently the Wight had damaged her back or something when he pinned her. Ignoring the new pain, she grabbed the dress and slipped into the bathroom. Only to hear a faint conversation am urging from the room.