Arriving at Estolad, Stella nodded to a local raking leaves. He replied with a brief nod, before turning his attention to the small, fl00feh and CUTE panda who happened to be following Stella. A grin lightened her face as Stella stifled a laugh, the thought of what they looked liked, prancing into Estolad filling her mind. At the front there was Stella, a blue cloak pulled tightly around her, the hood raised, hair hidden and her body fully covered, with her face glowing. A glowing face? Odd. Then behind her there was the baby Panda, looking cuter then ever.
It was funny when she tried to picture what they looked like, and she smiled at the man, as though to say "Don't worry, i think it's funny too." He just looked blankly, and went back to his job of raking lakes, shaking his head slightly. They walked on, and Stella began a slight skip at the thought of being about to sit down at the Inn and have a nice drink of Sugary water. Yum.
The Inn loomed ahead, the only one in this small town, and a pitifully three stories tall - inferior to that of the one Stella had seen at Lomedor. Pushing open the large oak door, she sighed as the gust of warm, toasty air hit her, and she held the door open carefully for Moosheh. The insides where warm and toasty, and Stella walked down the Lobby, and up to the front desk. A kind looking man looked back at her, his brown eyes deep and warm. Stella smiled, pulling her hood back and shaking out her silvery blond hair.
"One room please, two beds." She indicated to Moosheh, and watched as she chuckled slightly, scrambling around for the keys with a gruff "Yes Ma'am". Soon enough, Stella had payed him the right amount, and she proceeded up the small, narrow flight of stairs to their room. 13. Unlucky for some... The room was small, with two single beds and a small bedside table between them. A small wooden chair and table was at the far end, and this was it. Collapsing into the chair, Stella stretched out and turned her head to smile at Moosheh, before she let out a content sigh. Rest at last.
"Moosheh, you can sleep here." She said, nodding towards to the beds, and resting her head in her hands, her elbows on the table. She had ordered two beds, but Stella only needed one, as she did not need to sleep. But she did get tired... and her legs where killing her. She would let Moosheh take a nap, and then they could explore the village.
Arriving on the outskirts of the town felt strange to Mooshie. As he saw the small town looming up in the distance, he felt a little different then he thought he would. He was about to see all sorts of people, and he didn't know if they would like him or not, or if they would try to capture him and take him from Stella with violence like those bad men had done to Edgar. Most of the people he had met recently were very nice to him though, and they called him "cute" and snuggled him, especially Stella.
He felt a little shy walking in to the town , which wasn't helped by the strange looks people gave him, he made sure to follow close behind Stella, afraid that she might go too fast or lose him. She began skipping, and Mooshie quickened his pace. He took occasional glances around the town, viewing the people milling about, and the shack-like buildings(which looked rather nice to little Mooshie).
A big shack loomed ahead, that was really tall, Mooshie gasped in amazement at the big building, only remembering seeing one like it before. He followed behind Stella in to the inn and to the reception desk. Stella asked for two rooms, and pointed at Mooshie. The big hairy man looked down at Mooshie, and Mooshie just smiled nervously, rather intimidated by the man.
Once Stella had aquired the key, she tried to lead Mooshie up a flight of stairs. Mooshie was rather confounded as to how to get up the stairs, the steps were so narrow and thick. He managed to scramble somewhat awkwardly up the staircase, wide step by wide step, without falling back down the steps.
Then they went in to the room. It was a cozy looking room, with two small beds that looked as soft as any bed of moss or grass. Stella told him he could sleep, and Mooshie was glad that he could get a bit of a nap. Baby Panda's should really get more sleep then Mooshie usually did.
Mooshie tried jumping on to one the beds, but all he suceeded in doing was pulling all the blankets, pillows, and sheets off of the bed as he fell in between the beds.( in front of the table). He poked his head out from the little mountain of bedding he had created, and smiled at Stella. "Ooopsie!" he said. "Sorry Misses Stella, buts I thinks I's gonna sleep here on the floor, it seems super duper comfturble!" He closed his eyes and rested his head on the corner of one of the blankets, and fell asleep almost instantly. He snored gently as if he were inhaling and blowing through his teeth lightly.