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this is sam

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( pretend she's a tiefling with black eyes, horns and a tail kinda like all of this ; can be cdc au )

[thunderproof]

( running away from the party was probably a rash action, sarra will admit. in her defense, though, she hadn't known silver dragons could hatch out of black eggs, and now that she does know, it's too late to turn back. even if she found the group again, they'd think she's even shadier than they already thought. she wouldn't be safe, and neither would charis, and sarra could accept whatever they wanted to do to her, but charis is just a baby. he doesn't deserve to get hurt when he doesn't even know what's going on around him.

he's hardly any more safe being walked through neverwinter, honestly, but sarra doesn't really know where else to go. she's a harper, technically, kind of maybe, and surely there must be a gathering place for them somewhere in the city. the harpers could help her. at the very least someone could get her back to candlekeep. she's aware that she's grasping at straws, but it's all she can do. for the night, it's more than she can do, actually — it's late, it's raining, and she needs to find an inn to buy a room in. figuring out what to do and where to go will have to wait for tomorrow.

with charis clutched tightly to her chest and covered by her cloak, sarra makes her way through dark, muddy streets to the first inn she can find. she can tell just upon stepping inside that it's not a very reputable place — there's a tiefling in the corner, and while that would usually intrigue sarra somewhat, she can't afford to be distracted tonight — but beggars can't be choosers. all sarra wants is a room with a door that locks and a meal for herself and charis, and she can think about things like how a tiefling made its way here later.

charis is restless, though, squirming in her arms through the transaction, and no amount of gentle shushing from sarra can quiet him. before she can get him under control, the wyrmling pokes his head out of the cloak, looking around them in fascination. luckily sarra covers him up quickly enough and the innkeeper is bent down getting their room key, and when she looks up the tiefling doesn't appear to be looking their way. still, she's shaken, barely able to manage a smile as she takes her key and makes her way agonizingly slowly to the room.

it's hours later, in the middle of the night, when sarra hears a gentle scritching at her door. charis looks up blearily from where he's made his nest, but sarra was waiting for this. her fingers spark as she approaches the door, an audible crackling noise filling the air. )

I can hear you trying to get in, you know, ( she says quietly. )