It'll be nice to finally sleep in a warm bed and have a bath. If I ate anything, the meal would be nice; but since I don't eat, I guess it helps save money. Now Fleda on the other hand, she eats, just not food. So I guess that saves on money as well. I wonder what the date is. Maybe the inn has a paper or something. Not like I really care about the news or anything.
Like a young child entering a place full of scary people, Fleda clutches my arm as we enter through the town's gates. "So what is this time, auntie or mommy?" I ask half jokingly.
"I was thinking big sister." She answers in her usual cute voice.
"I like that one. Just don't start feeding till nightfall."
"I'm dead, not stupid."
I laugh quietly as pull my scarf from over my mouth, "Keep a look out for any kind of shop that might sell antiques."
"Right, right." Fleda giggles as she lets go of my arm and runs out into the central square. Some of the people around us smile as they watch the young girl dance around playfully in the snow. I seat myself on the edge of the fountain and watch her with a half smile. Take away the whole undead thing and the need for human blood, and she is just your average girl.
We spent sometime playing with the local kids before starting our search. I guess acting like a kid once in a while ain't all that bad. It was a small shop behind the pub. From the outside it was barely noticeable. As always, I took to searching one side of the shop while Fleda searches the other. Many of the items have a thin layer of dust, but all that means is that the shop keeper is old and probably lazy. The dim light from the lanterns made it hard to see the details on some of the objects. Though how they look doesn't matter, it's how they feel. It always amazed me at what people are willing to give up just for a little money. Some of the things I found were over a hundred years old, some might have even been family heirlooms.
I let out a deep sigh as I leave the shop. A quiet giggle came from beside me. Fleda looks up at me as she leans against the shop window, "Looks like we failed again."
"Looks that way." Fleda takes my hand and starts to hum some random tune as we head to the inn.
We'll continue on, maybe endlessly, till we find what we are looking for. But it really doesn't matter if we ever do find it. What I enjoy most about this journey is seeing all these new places and being with the one I love. We may search till the end of time for all I care, just as long as Fleda is here by my side.
