Why did he feel the need to do all of that? I could've sorted it myself. Lyra thought as she spoke, she wasn't mad, just embarrassed. How didn't he know about the discrimination? I suppose regular people don't actually think elves exist.
Flynn leaned back against the wall as he folded his arms. That may be an issue… The more I'm seen with her the more likely I'll be looked down upon too. I wonder if the same happens to Nira and the other two… It'll be annoying if that is the case.
"Does anyone else get treated differently due to being 'associated' with you?" Flynn asked, making air quotes with his hands when he said the word associated.
Sometimes they do… Its not common though, is he too scared of his reputation being affected? How selfish!
"On occasion."
"Better than I expected."
Flynn stands up from the crate, if they continue dawdling like this it'll be dark before they even leave the city. Night isn't exactly the safest due to crazed murderers and wild animals. Albeit neither were too common, Flynn just didn't feel like taking any chances.
Now that I think about it, if Lyra were to be attacked, she'd be fine right? After all the job she has involves violence from time to time from what I know.
"Do we have everything?"
Flynn turned his head back slightly to look at Lyra.
Did he wear those clothes to sleep? Eugh, does he not have anything else? How didn't i notice that before?
Lyra wore a slight expression of disgust as she analysed Flynn's clothing, Only now realising he had no change of clothes.
"Lyra?" Flynn called out, bringing her back to her senses.
"Huh? Oh yeah, we have everything but we're not done here."
If i have to live with this bum for a week he's gonna have clean clothes. Lyra began speedwalking out of the alley, walking past Flynn.
"Come on."
Flynn is visibly confused, sighing again but following anyway without anything better to do. What's she up to?
Flynn aimlessly follows behind Lyra, not paying attention to the turns she's taking and just following along. Where are we going?
Lyra turns a corner and breathes a sigh of relief as she's remembered the correct route. Here it is.
Lyra turned around at the entrance of the small shop she had taken Flynn to. Flynn looked up and read the name of the store, it was simple. Morrita Garments & Clothes.
Lyra then spoke to Flynn back in her usual soft and rough, bittersweet tone. "You need some clothes, dirtbag."
Dirtbag? Rude… Albeit she is right, I do need more clothes. I can't just always wear this. Despite him knowing she's right, Flynn still wore an offended expression.
"Don't look at me like that. Anyway, come on."
Without waiting for him, Lyra walked into the shop.
It seems as if she's in a rush. Is she afraid of being late? Or is it being out in the dark?
Regardless, Flynn followed her in.
The interior was small but sweet, it had a cozy house-like vibe to it. At the far back was a counter with a middle aged woman behind it, presumably the owner due to how the shop was small.
Clothing racks lined most of the room and it seemed as if there was a changing room. There was a soft jazz melody playing from outside, likely some form of bard but it helped make the shop feel even homier.
Lyra began to lead him around the racks, picking up clothes and holding them up to him. I highly doubt Flynn cares about what he wears so I'll just pick whatever suits him best, I can't be seen with a scruffbag who looks homeless like him.
She was completely right, Flynn didn't really care as long as it was comfortable and didn't make him look like a bogtroll.
In the end she picked something that was already somewhat similar to his current clothes. However with a few more accessories.
It's not too different but I suppose what he currently wears suits him anyway.
Lyra walks up to the counter and places the items she had picked up down. She had picked up a cream-white scarf, a white button up shirt as well as grey pants and simple shoes.
Flynn leaned over to Lyra and whispered. "Isn't this like exactly what I wear anyway?"
I mean she didn't exactly say she'd get me anything new but I kind of assumed she would.
Lyra was quiet for a couple seconds. I can't exactly tell him that he looked good in one outfit, I did add the scarf though which I think will suit him.
"I added a scarf too!"
Flynn sighed, he could tell she was just making an excuse but he didn't mind too much.
"I suppose so."
The lady behind the counter then spoke, asking for the money.
"That'll be one Auron and five Agurons."
That's what now?
Lyra handed her a gold coin and five silver coins. Flynn was confused as he hadn't heard the official names for the coins before as everyone he knew just referred to them by their material.
Lyra picked up the clothes and put them into the bag she had bought with her, placing them under everything else which took some time as she had to remove everything first. Flynn took the scarf though, putting it on as it was kind of cold. It was nearing the warmer months though.
They walked out of the shop and then Flynn asked Lyra what he had been thinking.
"What is an Auron?"
Is he dumb?
"It's the law's official name for the coins, however only people of around middle class and up actually refer to them as such. The gold ones are Aurons, the silver ones are Agurons and the bronze ones are Curons."
I had kind of guessed the first two but the third is handy to know.
"Ah that makes more sense, I'm from the middle working class."
Lyra looked up at the sky.
"We should probably get going, it's getting darker. Follow me, I know a shortcut."
They must've stopped somewhere around here before coming to Dovell, Lyra seems to know where she's going.
Instead of turning left from the shop entrance, which would've led back the way they came, Lyra turned right and began to speed walk down that route. There was a lack of people this way too which would speed up the walk.
This time Flynn paid attention to where they went, turning left then right then two lefts, this led them to a dark alley which Lyra tried to rush through. However she stopped. Flynn slowed to a stop behind her.
"Where are you going, knife ears?"
There were three people before them, Lyra sighed. This will slow us down a little.
The one who spoke seemed to be the leader of the small trio, twirling a dagger in his fingers.
Knife ears? Flynn looked at Lyra's ears. They don't look like knives.
However Flynn could tell Lyra was annoyed by how silent she was. She then spoke.
"They won't let us through, hold the bag."
Lyra placed the bag of the shopping in Flynn's arms and then took off her hat, placing it on the bag.
She then slowly approached the three. They seemed around the same age as Flynn and Lyra. She rolled up the sleeves of her brown overcoat and out fell a dagger.
"Move."
The three looked at each other and laughed as Lyra told them to move. They were cocky. The middle was stereotypically handsome with blonde hair and blue eyes as well as a refined jawline. The other two less so, one was quite tall with brown hair and brown eyes and the one to the far right was smaller with red hair and blue eyes.
"And what are you gon-"
Before he could finish speaking there was a blade through his neck, his guard was down and his pride caused him to fall.
The two around him briefly held a look of fear before masking it behind more pride.
Flynn was just as shocked, he'd never seen anyone move as fast as Lyra just had, albeit it was likely not a running speed and more a dash. She had just killed the one in the middle.
Surely we'll be in trouble for this.
The other two boys both drew their daggers and attempted to fight. The smaller one tried to stab her in the abdomen using his speed but Lyra didn't let that happen, immediately spotting his weak point and jabbing her elbow down between his shoulder-blades. He would lose his balance which Lyra would use to grab his arm and fling him at the bigger opponent.
The bigger opponent had no care for the small one, slamming his fist into the back of the oncoming body which audibly snapped his back in half. Sending the now lifeless body towards Flynn. Flynn weaved it and watched as the body slid across the floor.
What the fuck is happening?
Flynn turned to look at the fight before him.
Lyra fought with a roughness he didn't expect, it contrasted the way her overcoat gracefully moved with her. The big guy was trying to stab her but Lyra was able to consistently weave his attacks, it's as if she already knew how he fought and its weaknesses.
Lyra disarmed the man whilst twisting his wrist, he tried to punch her off which she used as a chance to get behind him. Kicking off of a wall, turning her body in the air as she was upside down in front of him, jabbing her dagger through the bottom of his jaw. Her feet then slammed into the ground as she used the dagger as leverage to throw the big guy into a wall.
Flynn is dumbfounded, she didn't look like she had the physicals to do so.
The dagger left the man's jaw as he was thrown, as if it was permanently stuck to Lyra's hand.
Before the guy could get up Lyra walked over and slit his throat, killing him.
Flynn is still shocked. Lyra puts the dagger away and walks over to Flynn, taking back her bag and hat.
"Let's go."
What does he look so shocked about… and scared?
"Wont the guards get on us for killing three people, I mean i didnt do anything but id be seen as an accomplice."
Lyra chuckled before she pointed above the head of the crumpled big guy. There was a wanted poster about the three of them.
"They had a bounty, although we don't have the time to collect any bounty rewards so we'll leave 'em here, but we won't get in trouble for this."
Flynn breathed a sigh of relief. Lyra began to rush down the alley and Flynn followed.
"Although that wasted a ton of time, so we better hurry back."
Flynn agreed but he couldn't stop thinking about how strong she was compared to those guys, what was with her?
She's strong, I definitely have to stay on her good side.