Opposite Sides of History// 0/0 // Closed!

"You know what's good for you," she shot back with a small smirk on her own lips. Unlike Atria, Farah was a confident rider. She trusted Heidi, and the horse knew her well enough that they had their own sort of relationship.

Farah lifted her chin in acknowledgment and breathed a quiet sigh of relief that Atria wouldn't be able to hear. "Yes," she remarked. "That's our spot. And, if you don't mind, let me do the talking." She glanced over at the girl again, taking in her attire. "You may be dressed like a soldier, but I'll be damned if you actually know how to act like one. As long as you wear that uniform, you must carry yourself with pride that might not always be there and loyalty you may not possess. You project because if we run into anyone who could possibly doubt us, then we're doomed before we've even begun. Do you understand me?"

"And as I said before which you so kindly refused to acknowledge, there was also a reason I spotted you," Farah countered with the exact arched eyebrows and a knowing smirk she'd worn earlier when she had said that same words. "But it would do you good here to stay away from the talking roles."

Once they reached the inn Farah had in her mind, she dismounted cleanly and handed Heidi's reigns to Atria as well. "I'll only be a moment," she remarked before going inside with the pouch of money tied discreetly at her hip. Please, any gods who are listening, let there be a room, she thought before stepping through the doorway and instantly commanding the room with her height, attire, and presence.

It took her a few moments inside, but she emerged looking both victorious and skeptical. "There's a room," she said when Atria was within earshot. "A room. Do you think we could manage the night in the same space without one of us killing the other?"

"If you steal anything from me, I'll slit your throat before you even realize you're bleeding out," Farah threatened, beginning to unstrap Heidi's staddle bag. "But hopefully you've realized how stupid an idea that would be by now, so I think I'll be able to manage as well. And I do not have 'murderous intents,'" the woman countered, shooting a look at Atria.

With that settles, she clicked her tongue against her teeth, and her horse began to trot over to the stable following Farah's lead. "And the innkeeper said wherever there's space, we can put them… ah, here." She guided Heidi expertly into an empty stall and smoothed her mane. "Good girl," she praised the animal quietly.

Farah, who was also taking Heidi's saddle off, nodded. "Yes, I believe so. And on the off chance they don't, there should be some in your saddle bag, about two entire days worth of rations we could use in a pinch. And make sure to bring in everything. We can't risk leaving anything behind with the risk of being stolen." As she spoke, Farah firmly shut the stable door to keep Heidi inside.

Farah gently smoothed Heidi's mane again and studied the horse with a soft gaze that was directly in contrast of how she normally acted. "Beautiful creatures, horses," she murmured, and Heidi whinnied quietly.

Farah slung her bags over her shoulder and replied in the affirmative. "Yes, let's go. Oh, do keep up your end of the bargain, and don't say anything." She strode towards the door, not looking back to see if Atria was following her or not.

Once they were inside, Farah nodded at the desk girl, who quickly stood up and curtseyed to the two soldiers in her inn.

"Queensguard," the girl said in a revering manner. "I hope you do enjoy your stay here at my humble inn."

Farah inhaled shortly. "As do we. If you would show us to our room, please, Miss Lakely."

The innkeeper nodded quickly. "Yes, this way." She led the women down a hall and stopped at a door labeled with a faintly painted number 9. "Here's your room. I hope it's to your liking."

Farah opened the door and stepped inside only to stop short. "This room is supposed to have two beds," she said quickly. "Not one."

Lakely's eyes widened. "I-I'm sorry, my lady. This is the only room I have available."

The soldier pursed her lips tightly. "I suppose it will do," she muttered reluctantly.

(Bump! :))

Farah shut the door behind Lakely and turned to face a scowling Atria. Lovely. She set her own bags down and arched an eyebrow, remaining calm and composed as any royal soldier was taught. She couldn't help but roll her eyes though.

"I only threatened to slit your throat if you stole from me. And please. I wouldn't smother you." There were, of course, other ways to go about it, but she wasn't planning on telling Atria that. "Either we'll have to share, or one of us will be sleeping on the floor. It's that simple."

Farah slipped a tank top and leggings out of her bag and glanced over at Atria to make sure she wasn't looking. She realized she was staring as the other woman changed and quickly turned in the opposite direction. She slipped off her uniform, the cooling night air chilly against her warm skin.

She could feel the weight of the scars on her back before she slipped on the tank top, doing the same with her bottom half quickly. The soldier looked and felt much more relaxed, praying that Atria hadn't looked while she was changing. Her scars were something she didn't want to talk about in the slightest.

"I promise not to kill you while you sleep," she muttered, folding her uniform neatly and setting it on top of her bag for tomorrow's wear. She sat on one side of the bed, eyeing Atria to see if she would take the other.