DG looked through the scarce collection of clothes to choose from; summer dresses, ball gowns, even the witches goth apparel was up for grabs, but only the attire of a long coat uniform came close to her preface suited her. As much as she admired the pretty gowns, they were not her choice pick for traveling the unknown wilderness of the O.Z.
She had spent the night before hemming the dark cargo pants in to her length and had cut the long sleeves off a shirt, turning it into a relax fit tank top. Her new outfit had a tough girls flare that inspired her inner child to strike a pose in the mirror with her bicep flexing. After touching the lack of muscle on her arm she pouted and retired back to her normal poster as she grabs the long black coat that had small threads sticking out from where patches were ripped off.
Azkadellia's eyes fluttered open to the reddish orange glow of her room that indicated the suns rising. As she became more aware of her surroundings she felt a lightweight on her hand that was accompanied with the soft whistles of a snore. She turned her head that caused her neck to crack that made her wince in small agony as she sat up.
Glancing down at her right arm down to her hand she noticed mescaline hand that held it loosely connected to collapse body asleep on the floor. She recognized the torn military suite immediately.
"Ambr-"she stopped herself from saying his former name, "Glitch."
He snored louder in response, she tried to take her hand out from under him, but this only resulted in him gripping her tighter. She tried again and this time she was pulled off the bed, landing on top of him.
Glitch woke abruptly with his eyes on the extra amount of weight that yelped as it landed on him. His brown eyes focused in to dark hazel ones that were leveled with his. He jerked his head backward in a confused state that caused his synapses to misfire.
"Hi I'm Glitch, sometimes my…my….my…" Right then he was propelled back to the present and realized who was under.
"You're the… she's the, umm…. how did I get here?"
Azkadellia slid herself off him and seated herself with as much grace as she could muster so early in the morning in to a leather armchair in front of the small fireplace."I don't know, but I forgot how much of a soft snore you had." She said, placing her elbows on top of the armrest and proped her face up in her hands. Her finger tips massaged the sides of her forehead and touched the bruise from the previous night, "Ouch! Do you know why my face feels sore?"
Glitch sat up, a grimace on his face due to the stiffness in his back. "No" he replied, his eyes wandered from her head down to her bare stomach. "You must get cold wearing that." He unconsciously pointed his finger at her stomach, this lead blushes on both sides. Azkadellia then reached over to her bed, pulled a thin blanket off and wrapped it around her torso. "I think maybe-"
"-I should leave," Glitch finished for her and stood up with a stumble he than froze, looking completely lost, "where am I going to go to?"
A knock from the door echoed, it caused him to freak out in a manner like he was going to be attacked by a mobat and run but unforgently in to a wall.
Azkadellia yelped in shock and worry and stood up to grab a hold of him before falling backwards. An immense sadness overwhelmed her as she gazed at the former advisor limp in her arms. "Are you ok?"
"Yes…. No, not really," he answered with a little whine, sounding like a lost child that pinched it's nose.
"Az? You up?" DG's voice came from behind the door.
"Here," Azkadellia took Glitch's hand gently and lead him into her bathroom, "stay right here. If someone saw you rumors would spread." He sat on the edge of her tub still holding her hand.
"Thank you," he looked down at their joined hands shyly.
She staired at him; something killed her inside every time she looked at him. Something that she had no idea where to go with, but it was going to have to be done whether she liked to or not. As much as she would have wanted to keep the past in the past, she felt she owed it to tell him.
Another knock came to the door and she sighed. "I'll be there soon DG." She turned back to him, "I will be right back." She let go of his hand and walked briskly to her door, just as she was about to open it DG threw it open magically and rushed in, causing AZ to jump.
"Sorry Az, I thought maybe you were still ill." DG looked a little ashamed for barging in on her sister like she just had but at the same time she felt justified for doing it, "It was funny though, watching you jump like that." DG gave her sister a big smile to settle her nerves down.
"Come here," Az wrapped her arms around her little sister for a hug, "I'm fine."
"Good." DG said as they left the hug, "Because you, me and my personal Tin Man are going on a journey!"
"Really?" Az drawled, eyebrow arched in playful curiosity.
Glitch sat on the tub's lip and looked at his own reflection angled in the mirror; dark rings around his eyes and connected to his bruised nose, his rich brown locks matted and his suit in rags. As he got lost in his own external wreck the thought of the locked door in the dark lonely hallway came back to him. "If she took over this place then she has to have a master key." he thought and getting onto is hands and knees, he crawled through the doorway of the bathroom staying low.
DG continued to talk to Azkadellia about something called a motorcycle. He couldn't see Azkadellia's expression as her back was towards him. Thankfully, she was blocking DG's view as his eyes roamed the room in search of a desk or anything that would hold something as valuable as a key. He spotted a small drawing desk opposite her bed. Just as he was about to crawl over his hand rubbed up against a loose stone on the bottom of the fireplace. He stayed put so as to not make any noise and gently lifted the stone to see a dark red, velvet bag tied with gold rope.
"I'll find some things to pack and get dressed. Then I'll be down to meet you two down stairs." Azkadellia wrapped her arm around DG and walked her to the door. DG was ecstatic that Az was coming; she hoped that this would be the beginning of a better bond between the two of them to heal the past.
Glitch had placed the bag in the band of his pants while DG left and returned the rock to its proper place the quickly crawled back into the bathroom before Azkadellia would come back.
Azkadellia placed her head on the cool surface of the closed door trying to gather her thoughts when she remembered the former advisor in her bathroom. "Oh, Glitch!" she sighed as she walked across her room back into the bathroom to find him gone.
Glitch had leaped from Azkadellia's bathroom window to a nearby balcony just a floor below. He was thankful that it was only a short distance away so his fear of heights didn't take its toll.
He walked into the room to see the Queen and Ahamo still asleep in the comfort of a bed, the first they had been together for years, caused him to stop in his tracks to consider the thought of sneaking out of the Queen's daughter's bathroom and into her bedroom. He tiptoed out of the room, anxious of Ahamo waking up to ask questions and possibly killing him with the answers.
Cain reached his hand down to DG's as she climbed up onto the horse behind him, "I don't see why you couldn't just take your own horse?"
Azkadellia, in a black leather raincoat rode her matching colored horse next to Cain and DG. She shook her head not knowing what was more amusing, that Cain failed to see the massive crush DG had developed for him or the fact the DG herself hadn't noticed it either.
"What's the point of a third horse if I ride my bike back?" DG said as she wrapped her arms around Cain.
"Keep a good eye on my girls Cain, I've only just got them back." Ahamo said as he walked up behind them and smiled at his two daughters as Lavender came up beside him with a concerned mother look. "Remember you two are most powerful together."
"In that case, they are the ones who should be protecting me." Cain kicked the side of his horse to begin the journey.
Azkadellia glanced back at the tower once more as she journeyed off behind the tin man and her sister. Her eyes focused on the window of a certain room. A room that when she was the evil sorceress, only her and no one else was allowed to enter and has been locked to anyone else until today.
