Blythe Taggart

"Things aren't always clear in the darkness. That's why you need to trust the one that has your back." * The Slayer * More than just a weapon. * It's complicated. Part of @1880Reloaded

[@APryceToPay] ~ Making sure they had their bags, she waited for him to lead the way. It would seem odd for her to do so. It would be seen as bold in improper for a young miss. There were times that being a girl was vexing.

[@APryceToPay] ~to what the woman said. She knew that they would explore later. It was always a good idea to know the layout of a place in case they needed to escape quickly. Smiling up at him. “I think I am going to like this place very much, Uncle.”~

[@APryceToPay] ~Then they got to know each other. He had become like family to her. Even more so than her own blood. Because of that, she would try to tease him when she could. It was her way of showing that she cared. Taking the key, she nodded and listen~

[@APryceToPay] ~name but their own. Percival was posh sounding and Blythe could never be mistaken for that. After he had gotten over his shock, he had been quick to correct her. Not cruel but it was something that made her try very hard not to do again.~

[@APryceToPay] And there it was. She knew that he would correct her. The first time they had met, she tried to call him Percy. The look of horror on his face and surprised her. She had been fresh off the streets as a match girl. There, people had used every~

[@APryceToPay] ~of her own. She was certain he would say something about the name once they were alone. It was too good for her to pass up. Well worth it.

[@APryceToPay] ~didn’t want. At the question, she couldn’t resist, “Two rooms would be lovely. Right, Uncle Percy?” She kept her eyes wide as she looked at him. Trying her best to look like a hopeful girl who wanted her uncle to indulge and give her a room~

[@APryceToPay] ~So, she just stood there trying to look like a wide eyed innocent miss that was traveling for the first time. She hoped she looked clueless without looking like a twit. From what she could tell, twits seemed to attract trouble. Something she~

[@APryceToPay] ~doing that but flourishing from what Blythe could see. So, who was she to judge? As Mr. Pryce introduced them, she did her best to keep a straight face. The man was already answering the questions and a random giggle would ruin his story.~

[@APryceToPay] Mrs. Peacock? Blythe blinked at that. It wasn’t the oddest name but still it sounded a bit exotic for a place like this. Of course, she really could not judge. After all, people come from all over to start new. This woman seemed to not only be~

[@APryceToPay] ~just as cheerful as the owner, who they did not even know the name. Oh dear. Turning a little, “Forgive my lack of manners. What’s your name, Ma’am?”

[@APryceToPay] ~think of his, she glanced to Percival to see what he thought. He seemed fine with it. With a smile, “Thank you. We have been traveling for a bit.” Walking inside, she took off her bonnet, and looked around. It was clean and nice. It looked~

[@APryceToPay] ~follow his lead. He was very good at reading a place. When they dismount their horses, she pauses for a second to rest and then follows behind him. She was just in time with the most cheerful woman that she had ever met. Not sure what to~

[@APryceToPay] ~indicated. Eyebrows shot up in shock as she saw the cottage. It looked like it should be in a better setting. Not a place that was mostly grey and browns. It was kind of unnerving. Still, if Percival thought it was fine, she was going to~

[@APryceToPay] ~mean hat they were going up a really powerful one. Those tended to cause the most damage when taking them down. From what she could tell, this town was already suffering. It did not need anymore. At his words, she looked and saw the place he~

[@APryceToPay] ~she saw the looks. Seems the people were afraid. It just showed her that they were in the right place. It also told her that this vampire was bold. Usually, people did not notice something odd for a long time. She just hoped that this did not~

[@APryceToPay] ~over something. His choice was to have the answers. Her? To always have his back. It might not be much, but he was the only family she had. They might not be related to each other by blood, but it did not matter. Glancing around the place,~

[@APryceToPay] She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when he gave her a pained look. The man always wanted to have the answer. She knew why and that is why she did not roll her eyes. They both had little control over their lives. He needed to have control~

[@APryceToPay] ~town limits?” She wanted to know if they would be camping again soon.

[@APryceToPay] ~Watcher. They still had to do their duty When he started talking about rest and a hotel, she sighed with relief, “I think I could sleep for a week if it was in a proper bed.” Looking around, “Are they in town or on a homestead outside the~