Adventure of Dreamers [Adele & Shuhei]

There were several things about the ride that Iana disliked. First of all the destination was apparently some high class castle, led by a group of nobles that had such a high status they were allowe to live secluded in a big-ass castle in the midst of a forest. A remarkabely natural forest at that. It disturbed Iana that a person, regardless of which status, decided to live in the midst of animals as a king and put the circle of life into a state of disharmony. That first thing, was mostly because Iana enjoyed having something to be naggy about. Yes, she was a absolute naggy bitch, no denial. Not that Iana would deny it anyway. She was actually lived like it was the only thing that she existed for. Iana liked sitting on her high horse of special attitude that only she harboured, being someone who was actually so cheeky and annoying to be around that she felt she had deserved something similiar to a noble prize of uniqueness.

She lost herself in her own glorifying thoughts glorifying, well.... herself. Yes she was a narcisstic person that took that term to the extremes, where not even the person who caused the term to go around the world, Narcissus, was able to compete. This led to the second reason Iana didn't enjoy the ride. The road was bumpy, the seat was uncomfortable and even though Iana was sitting inside a stagecoach there was not one thing that even tried to look pretty. The wooden color of the whole carriage made it look like a rolling pile of shit. The only thing that missed was the trial of shit that the wheels would leave behind. It was unworthy of her. And again this, was something that was just convenient for Iana. Not even tried to be based on reality.

The third and last thing that disturbed her was the fact why she was taking this ride. She would have to hunt a dragon, that was not the problem. She knew that such a thing gave her a lot experience. The reason why she was sitting in that shitty stagecoach was because of Meoru. He was the one who had pushed Iana pick up the small piece of paper, on which details to a dragon hunt had been written down, lying on the ground in the middle of a town she had been traveling through. Sometimes the msyterium that called itself Meoru acted like some power of the universe trying to deter fate from messing with good opportunities and making Iana's future his decision. Something she actually hated, Meoru knew. But he didn't even consider which is why Iana put trust in him. It was a devil's circle for her. He was able to read her like an open book that he actually had already read a few dozen times and memorized by heart. As if Iana wasn't the first person who was like her. It agitated her, as if she wasn't unique, hard to read, always impulsive and never readable. But Meoru pulled it off, and now she was sitting in the shit carriage taking a ride to a castle in which a noble resided that missed a dragon. Something not only she, but also Meoru was actually interested in.

Her flow of thoughts was broken off by a loud "Hey!" that came after the stagecoach. Iana got pissed off and stuck her head out just to see the pretty boy that she had noticed when first entering the stagecoach. She hadn't seen him since the start. He had actually took the ride too, on the back the whole time. The white hair of the guy was flowing back and he seemed like an overcompensating stylist who didn't want anyone to see what an ugly duckling he had been in the past. Iana didn't say anything, she didn't yell to stop. She didn't care. First when arriving she stepped out and walked over to the coachman. "Someone fell off." She said, not showing the slightest bit of emotion. As she walked on though and the coachmaster wasn't able to see her face, Iana cracked a bright grin. However, the castle dominated her field of view which turned her grin into a disillusioned frown. Iana hated it not being able to see. She turned around and saw the pretty boy arriving.

Oh good grief, not that kind of guy again Iana thought while she traced the boy's movements. He tried his best not to show even the slightest bit of strain. Something Iana hated to the point where she had to fear to proceed with inflicting pain on herself to remove the stress that came with it. Her eye twitched when the boy threw her the wink. Now that was unacceptable. She felt like she had to wash herself. But all that she could do was stand there and hope not to suddenly explode and nuke the whole place. With a straight face, and a twitching eye, she stood there as the pretty boy approached and stuck his hand out. All that Iana heard out were the words "pleasure" and "nice". Two feelings she did not have at the moment, what agitated her even more. Iana looked down at his hand. She could almost see the slick his hand, no his whole being was covered in. She felt like puking. Not that that didn't happen often. But now there was nothing she could do.

Swallowing a whole gulp of her anger that she nearly choked on, she raised her hand over her head. "Please..... put that thing away." Iana said with a trembling voice pointing at the boy's hand. "What for the .....sake ..... of god are you doing here?" She begged to the man high up in the sky that the boy didn't come for the dragon mission. That would mean going together, which would result in Iana taking a knife and slitting her wrists. Not something she wanted to do. Whatever the case, Iana could see that the boy would be an annoyance, what angered her the most though was the case that she could see he was stronger than her. A lot. She wouldn't even be possible to compete with him.

In that moment, in that elightening moment, Meoru invaded her conscious. "Girl, that man..... I get the same feeling off of him. A white dragon. I recommend you being careful." Iana immediately took a deep breath in and slowly pushed the mass of air out of her lungs. The anger remained and she wished she wouldn't have just said that.