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With an apple in had, Starling stared up into the sky as he rested beneath the shade of a building. The sun was out and blaring upon the populace below and offering them some warmth to counteract the cool air that swept through. He was greatful for the warmth as it only made his time in Chrysos more enjoyable. However, he was not here without reason nor did he travel alone. Hessat was around somewhere and though he was told not to stray very far the fox had disobeyed and went to see what this city had to offer.

Which so far proved to be tons of loud people and a wonderful market place that had deilicous apples. Too bad he didn't have the funds to purchase the fruit but who needed money when you had a five finger discount? As long as you weren't caught then it wasn't considered stealing. This thought only made him smile. Pushing himself from the wall and tossing the apple core over one shoulder he went exploring in the markets. Maybe he could find a new leather vest that might not be as itchy as his current one. Heck, even a bandana would be nice to hide his long ears. He was a bit annoyed that Hessat took that from him with something on the lines it made it easier for him to find Starling. It wasn't the fox's fox that he was born with massive ears that made him stick out like a sore thumb!

"Fresh herbs!"

"Carrots! Carrots!"

"Blades! Come, and see these fine hand-made weapons!"

The word blades instantly caught his attention. Not because he didn't own any, on the contrary, he owned a few such as a bow and the small blade he carried on his person during outtings outside Lila. But the idea of seeing someone elses work always caught his attention. The fox made a bee line to the work and forced his way in to see what this man might of crafted.

Taking a single look at a short sword made the blacksmith cringe. "Fine, indeed." The Strain mocked the man under his breath. The weapons he was viewing was made from cheap steel that no more then break the moment it made contact with a Lurker. Anyone that bought a sword from this fellow was signing his death warrant. In disgust he looked over the blade and held it to the light. Thin, overly designed, and the blade looked as dull as a childs wooden sword.

Annoyed by the mans out brust about the swords being the best in the world caused Starling to roll his eyes and drop the blade on the stall like he did the apple core. "I could produce better arms in my sleep." It was time to look at other items but the vendor heard the strains words. "What did you say?" he asked with a bit of shock and irritation. Starling on the other hand looked over his shoulder as he was turning to leave. "I said, in short, that your arms are as good as a ordnate wooden spoon." The starling probably should of used his words better when he noticed the vendors face turning red as an open fire. Ah oh, he was about to cause a scene, wasn't he?

"How dare you!" Yep, it was coming. Sighing, Starling laid his ears back into his hair to try and block out the sudden screams. "These are perfectly good swords. Now get out of here you, disgusting creature! You shouldn't even be touching these! What do you even know of smithing?" Now the Red had to weigh his options. Should he take the abuse given to him or shove it back into the man's throat? Well, seeing as he just obiviously called him a monster and an ignorate person he couldn't let him go on that.

Turning on his heels, he took a blade in hand and pointed out every single error from the way it was designed, the density of the steel and even went as far as slamming the blade onto the table which promptly broke it in two. There was a light pause between the parties involved. "Oh shit." That was the only word in the Strains head that sounded off as an alert to get his ass out of there. Smiling widly as the crowd stared at the broken blade in horror, Starling ran for it.

The shouts of the vendor alarmed many that one, he was very unhappy about people suddenly wanting their money back. Secondly, that someone needed to catch the monster that broke his swords as well as pay for the damages. Starling was just lucky that no one was going to chase him and he eventually found cover behind a fruit stand. Looking around and catching his breath. Starling then let out a heavy sigh with the knowledge he was safe and, "Oh, an apple." Once again, a five finger discount happened to be in his favor.

Now this was just irritating. All he wanted to do was sleep after a hard nights work and this stupid man just had to kick him out of bed. What was so wrong about just letting a simple fox sleep in the bed a bit longer while you got up? Nothing. But this was Hessat and his mind didn't work like normal peoples and Starling sometimes forgot about that. The fox snorted out in distaste while snuggling into the blankets. He turned his back to his Keeper so he could maybe sleep rather then glare daggers at him for the remainder of the morning. "Don't flatter yourself." Remarked Starling as he took a deep breath to settle his nerves.

Touching Hessat was one of the things that made the boy shudder at the mere thought of doing such an act. Especially, with imp that was staring down at him. He owed him a lot fo things but touching was not one of them. He wasn't his type and he sure as hell wouldn't get near him in that fashion. But saying that vocally would probably lead to getting his throat slashed and so he often just humored the escort to save himself some pain and suffering.

"I was exhausted and I couldn't make it to my room. Yours was the best option. That's all." In other words, Hessat had best not look too much into it. But it was true that Hessat randomly found his way into his own chambers and often, Starling just dealt with it. Sometimes it was nice to have a little extra warmth in the covers but that was it. Starling was a rather large prude on many things. "I missed the warmth. It was cold last night." He decided to cover his tracks a bit to make his words sound a bit less harsh. If he was kind enough to Hessat, he might allow him to rest a bit longer.

"And I like staying warm. Nothing wrong with that, now is there?" Okay, so he failed at trying to stay on the good side with words. He was too damn cranky right now anyways to even try and make a plight with Hessat.

All day he had been forging and for a good portion of the night that was all he had been doing as well. Nobles came to his forge requesting new shoes for their mounts and Starling would not say no to such an order. But little did he know the hassles of working for Nobles who would nit pic at everything. But that was what happened,everything was wrong in their eyes which only lead to the poor Strain working twice as hard and as long as nesscary for horse shoes and nailing them to the bottoms of the beast feet. Eventually, they grew satisifed with his work and paid him very litle which angered him. He was a good strain and held his tongue and wished them a good night. Wait? Night. Ugh! Having done enough labor for the day he closed his forge and returned to Heaven's Embrace to Saint's Pleasure where he lived.

By the time he reached the doors he barely had the strength to bathe but he did so reguardless of almost falling asleep in the water four times. He would rather be clean and drowned then having Hessat down his throat. After that deadly adventure he dressed himself then tired to make his way to his poor excuse of a room. He only made it half way before giving up. He thought about just curling up on the floor and sleeping but Hessat's room was to his right. Which would be worse? The floor or Hessat? He choose Hessat. Entering the room as quietly as possible he made a bee line for the bed and could careless if the other was awake or asleep.

It didn't matter to him as he slipped into the bed and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. He might of been allowed a peaceful slumber but morning was a whole new ball game. Starling as a cuddler and well, Hessat produced enough heat to make the fox cling to him as he slept. One minute his heat source was there and next it was gone. His mind stirred slightly, ears twiching with the creak of the bed. His mind barely regiestered the hands on his body but it fully caught someone saying his name.

Before he knew it he was being shoved out of the bed, pillows and blankets trailing after him in a heap. The poor fox let out a startled cry as he landed on his back, legs up in the air with his feet on the matress. Now, clearly awake and as wide eyed as a new born kitten he looked into the face of an imp.

Hessat was looking down at him while Starling glared up at him. "Couldn't you just ask me to move? You jerk." Groaned the fox who removed the rest of his body from the bed and proceeded to cocoon himself in the fallen blankets to go back to sleep. He wasn't ready to meet the day and he could sleep for a few more hours provided Hessat allowed him to do so.

No matter what the feline would say to him, Starling was positive that they where indeed on a boat. One giant boat that looked very much like an inn and city. Now how that kind of boat could remain a float was beyond the drunken fox and he could really careless. "Im not extremely anything." He muttered with a smiple as he happily allowed the other to help him walk.

Espeically, when they finally got outside and walked down the small stairs. That in itself was pretty tricky. If it wasn't for his fellow strain he would of ended up face first in the dirt. Starling allowed Cas to lead them the way. He figured it would be best that way and he could keep him safe from all the strange things his brain told him he was seeing or feeling.

"On second thought," He squnited his eyes at a passing tree. "maybe I am..." He had to be, why else would a tree suddenly be winking at him? A bit distrubbed, Starling shook his head and started to sing a local pub song, granted he forgot half the words and so he made it up as he went. Which ended up just sound like a mixture between choir songs and jibberish about squrriels, rum, and how pretty the guy was they had just happened to pass by. 

A bit of sleep might prove to be what the doctor needed but the next morning would be hell.