Yurat untied Aleth. "Aw, I can't go to the party?" He was dead serious. He was looking forward to it... Although he may not like it, it still was a party. "I can sleep out... No I can't, these aren't plains! IT'S FREAKIN' COLD!" He was shivering just thinking about the snow. "Never have seen snow before, and now I wish I never did!"
“You don’t want to be in their parties, it’s just wrong….” Aleth shivered at the thought of being in one of those things again. Sighing, she walked and sat down on her bed, trying to think of a way out of there. If they stayed here any longer they would be as good as dead.
“Yurat, we have to get out of here and we also need some more appropriate clothes for Ilia.” “I never did dream of coming back and meeting my parents.” “Maybe we could hope the others come and save us.” “We’re pretty much hostages..”
"Do the others even know?" Yurat looked around the room, wondering if there was anything that could help. "How thick do you think the walls are? Or, at least, the door? Think we could hack through it?" He knew that an axe would be much better, but two swords could hopefully equal at least a hatchet... "Without even knowing them, I can tell that we could hack the door down and they wouldn't hear us... Right?"
“They won’t, but they will however check up on us if they don’t get to drunk.” Aleth replied before going back to a thinking state. Just when she was on the verge of thinking up something, her mother knocked and checked in on them.
“Hey, if you’re going to live, wear these!” she spoke in an obvious fake concern tone. Before Aleth could respond, a cloak was thrown at her and another at Yurat. It was her old one when she wore before she left Ilia. Surprisingly the colors were still bright, but now it was sort of silly to were such girlish clothes. Yurat had a better one in her opinion.
Yurat took the brown cloak and quickly donned it. "Huh, it fits!" Why would she give us these cloaks, though? I have a bad feeling now... Either they expect us to leave, or they're going to take us somewhere!
"Enjoy, and make sure to be careful," her mother added before slamming the door shut.
"Oh I get it, alright looks like we have no choice, lets make a run for it." "We're the catch and the others are the hunters." Aleth announced, she hated this game, but it was a way out of their current situation.
"Alright lets make a good escape!" Before going she took the pillowcase to use as bag. She walked over to the window, opened it up and jumped out. Before she knew it she was near a meat house. They need to pack up supplies. Taking hold of her sword, she hacked at the door.
"Wait, what?!?!?" He followed Aleth out the window. "They're going to hunt us?!? ... Hunt hunt, or is it... Safer? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh meat! I'm hungry... But how'll we cook meat in this cold?!?" He was instantly distracted by the thought of food, and his stomach rumbled.
"Sometimes you don't need or have time to cook it." "Were lucky these already smoked." she said stuffing the pillowcase. She tossed a handful of meat to Yurat and and grabbed some for herself before rushing out.
"Eat fast, we have a long journey ahead of us." "if were lucky, we would only end up with a couple of broken bones." Aleth scanned the area for some sort of sign of her parent.
Yurat gulped, and stuffed most of the meat in his travel pack (under his cloak) and ate a few pieces, and then asked, "So we're going to try and flat-out escape? Wait, why'd you come here?" He was still somewhat hungry, but he'd rather save most of the meat for later... Hopefully one of the smarter choices he's made in a while. "Just broken bones? Man, I hope we're lucky... Why do they - well, I suppose I can guess why... Why do they chase their daughter, though? I could see them chasing me, but you? Some parent's they are."
"Ba hahaha hehehe," Aleth laughed out loud. Parents? She didn't consider them relatives, just enemies in her mind.
"Well, I'm used to it, I'm just a training dummy to them, nothing more, nothing less."she said finally finished packing all her stuff. Whoever owns the meat house will get pretty mad once they find some of there hard worked food gone. She didn't have time to think like a model citizen now.
"As for why I'm here, tch, not so sure myself, I just got lost and ended up back in hell." she responded with a light laugh at the end. Taking another bite of the meat, she rushed out in the direction that was hopefully out of there.
"Why'd you laugh? Plus, you avoided the question..." Yurat followed her. "Is it possible for us to escape? Or not?" Yurat paused as a thought came into his mind. "They don't have many contacts, right? It's just that group, right?" He reached and grabbed another piece of meat and quickly ate it. "Dang snow... Wait, the snow! They could easily follow us!"
"Alright, alright, heres what I know about my pare- those people." "They have bases scattered around Ilia and they have some dangerous contacts." "It is possible to escape, I've done it once and the proof is that I met you." "The chances of escaping is probably one in a thousand, but hey I got away." "The snow is annoying, but since all the people are inside, I believe a storm is about to start, so hopefully that will cover our tracks." Aleth took a deep breathe before continuing to head out of this miserable place.
"But if there are two people... Wait, would it still be one in a thousand, or one in two thousand? Whatever, anyway, contacts? Dammit!" Then, perverseness made him laugh. "Well, I came along thinking you'd get into too much trouble for one person... But I may have caused this! You'd've been tied up in that room, sure, but maybe not being hunted down..." He said the next in a whisper, realizing that they had no idea where the group was at. "How far away from us do you think they are, if they've started yet?"
"There either high on our heels or still having a party." Aleth replied, walking calmly through the snow. She knew how dangerous the environment is, but simply still unprepared. If it was the time she escaped before, then they would have been out of the current situation already. Her hand was still on her sword, ready for an ambush. She knew not to trust them with a fair hunt. There were probably traps somewhere. Wait, did they expect her to even return? Her mind was stuffed with so much questions, but not enough questions. Just then the snow began to grow heavier.
"Our chances are probably one in a million, since I can hardly remember what I did to get away from them in the first place."