After a night of fine dining such as they had just taken in, Bregg and Chelle were all too happy to find an inn with rooms available. As usual, they rented a single room and shared a bed, it wasn't personal, it was just easier to cover eachother's back if they didn't have to go between rooms. At first Chelle had some mixed feelings about it, sharing a bed with a man wasn't something she would have considered in her previous life, but in time she stopped caring, and simply went with the flow. She peeled off her armor and clothing and placed them neatly on a small dresser beside the bed, and slid under the thick blanket. Sleep came swiftly, and she did little to fight it off after the full day of traveling, shopping, eating, and the small show they had taken in after the meal, she was beat.

The door to his room burst open, and one of his best friends, since perhaps grade school, Lyn (A nickname she earned from a guy she liked at one point, who called her Lyn constantly, despite the fact that her name was actually Lydia,) arrived with her face absolutely glowing.
"Oh, My, God..." she said, the grin she wore widening, threatening to overtake her entire face if she wasn't careful.
"When you called me on the phone and said what happened i couldn't believe it..but look at you...Jeez, if nobody knew it, they would have sworn you'd been born a girl, jeez, perfume and makeup and everything...How did it happen?" she asked, taking a seat on the bed beside Oliver.
"I..I don't know, it just did... i felt really bad one day, then that night i remember a whole lot of pain, and i woke up this way the next morning... as for the clothing, perfume, and makeup, my aunt said that if i was a girl she was damn well going to make me look like one.." he sighed, laying back on the bed, arms and legs hanging over the sides.
"One for the weird-files there, 'boy becomes girl, better looking than before the change, more on this at 8." she teased in her best mock-newscaster voice.
"Yeah, real funny Lyds," he sat up, smirking slightly, "At least i look a lot hotter than you."
"Oh, SO not princess." she replied, laughing at Oliver, "I think that's what we'll call you, Oli, we'll call you Princess, since Oliver doesn't sound very ladylike."
He hadn't thought about that... Oliver wasn't a proper name to be using to introduce himself at all. "Huh...Hadn't thought about a name...i mean...you know?" he asked, turning his head to look at her seriously, she couldn't help but smile back.
"Well let's see... you could use my mom's name... Brenda, or my aunt, Debra."
"Oh god, no way." he protested, sticking his tongue out slightly, "Those suck!"
"Hey!" she punched him on the arm playfully, then began chewing on her index fingernail in thought, a nervous habit she had wanted to ditch for years now. "How about... that girl you used to always write about, the one from your stories... Rachel..or..hmm... why not just.. Chelle...it's cute and totally fits your new look." her face split into another massive grin.
"Ok, Chelle, now that that's settled, i say we go out a bit, i trust you havn't forgotten how to walk with those new legs, huh?"
"Jeez... good thing i had a real choice in my name." he complained, standing and pulling on the comfortable black sneakers he had purchased the day before.
"So... how you going to explain this to your other friends?" she asked, "I mean, i'm pretty accepting of weird stuff- Hey, you want to go get ice cream, i think we should." -she broke the line of thought for a moment, then returned to the topic- "They might not just accept you going totally hotness on them, especially Brian, he'll probably start trying to hit on you or something. 'Hey there babe, you and me, right now, my car, you want a ride, beautiful?' " she joked, impersonating Brian, a known Ladies Man who was as quick to flirt with a girl as drop her for another one. The impersonation reduced Oliver to fits of giggling, which he tried hard to supress, but failed.
"So...what are you going to do about school? Break's over..today, we have the weekend then it starts back up on Monday." she looked over Oliver, err, Chelle, and assesed the situation.
"Well...i was kinda thinking about not going...i mean, how does one explain going from male to female over spring break?" he ran his fingers over his jeans, tugging at a hole in the knee. He had managed to keep some of his old clothing safe from his aunt's ransacking of his room, and wore them for comfort.
"Yes, I see that hole, and i KNOW you went shopping, so you're going to change, cmon, let's get you dressed and 'ready' and we'll go take a walk, get some ice cream, and talk about how to get you back in to school without freaking people out."
"Fine, i'll change, but i don't want to know what you mean by 'ready' " He, er rather, She, stood from the bed and ushered Lydia out of the room and shut the door, quickly removing her clothes to change, Chelle pulled on the appropriate undergarments and looked through her drawers. It was too warm out for jeans beyond the safety of the Air Conditioned house, so the only type of garment she had yet to try would need to be explored. She pulled a light dress from the closet and pulled it on, however soon after discovered that a bra was not meant to be worn under this dress, and quickly tossed it back in the drawer. She stepped out into the hall, blushing a bit as Lydia whistled at her.
"Wow, lookin good babe, almost pass for a girl under that." she teased, slinging her purse around and pulling a few bits and bobs out, and after a brief struggle, she had Chelle looking 'presentable' to go out in public.
"I don't see why i have to do all this...it's just one trip outside..just a walk.." chelle complained, dragging her feet as she walked behind Lydia, she wasn't used to wearing flip-flops, so it was a bit tough to get used to walking without them flying off. They walked the good ten minute distance down to the ice cream parlor, ordered two chocolate cones, and ate them while walking back. Lydia conned her way to spending the night, and would regret doing so.
"Night Lyd."
"Night Michele." she chuckled lightly, "Better get some beauty sleeeep.." Little could Lydia have known, it was the last time she would ever get to speak to Oliver, or Chelle, whichever you like.
Chelle could feel a cold breeze run over her body, and suddenly wished she was wearing more than a long Tshirt and underwear under the comforter. The wind persisted, so she rose to close the window, only to find that it was not open. Her eyes washed over a large silvery figure standing in the corner of the room.
"HOLY SHIT AN ALIEN!" she shouted, or, rather, she would have shouted, but sound seemed to die in this room, the only noise was the soft hum of the figure, and then, it's voice, soft and angelic.
"You who are the chosen child of fate, revisiting a past place to save the future that is in peril. You shall sleep now, and when you wake, seek a man named Firrdan, he will be nearby and will gladly help you on your way. Stay true to your heart and peril will be averted." with that, the voice and the figure was gone, as well as  all of her energy. She fell to the floor, and darkness took her, both through sleep, and the web of night that coccooned her, and parted her from the present, and dumped her long into the past.

She could hear water splashing in the next room over, this inn was 'on the edge of modern comfort' which meant that it had one room for sleeping, one for eating, and one for bathing. She peaked her head into the room, watching Bregg wash himself clean, her face flushed red and heated like a blacksmith's furnace.
"Would you care to join me, Chelle?" came his strong voice, the splashing of the cleaning-linens in the water ceasing. Her heart skipped a beat, and she choked out a response,
"Y-No, No." she managed, and was somewhat embarassed when Bregg responded with a stern "Then please close the door, you're letting the cool air in." She snapped the door shut and pressed her back against it, grinning. She almost entertained what would have happened if she said yes. Their weapons had been delivered to the room some time during the night, and were laying on a fine bit of leather on a table.
"Ah.. Firrdy, you never cease to produce excellent quality..." she smiled and poured several arrows into the empty, freshly cleaned quiver, and picked the bow from the table, inspecting the string. "Why does he always string it for me... i told him i can handle it a thousand times now.." she sighed, sitting calmly on the bed, her clothing laying neatly on the dresser. She waited several minutes until Bregg came out of the wash room, drying himself with a large linen. "All yours." he said calmly, dryin goff and dressing as Chelle took her turn in the bathroom. She slid into the lukewarm water, washing quickly, she thought back to the first few times she had to shower and wash in this body... it had seemed so awkward, but now it was natural, she had left behind the person she once was, and embraced Chelle. After she finished cleaning herself, she climbed from the tub and pulled a heavy linen from the wooden cabinet in the corner. After drying as best she could, and dressing in a hurry, she met Bregg out front. Today they were going to stop in at the local Town Marksman Depot, a safe haven for those that hunted both creatures and humans alike, a refuge for the bounty hunters and mercenaries, and above all else, a great place to get a good drink after a bad day.

They crossed through the streets of the upper city, and down a shady flight of stairs to the lower city, several refugees were out at this time of day, peddling wares to passersby, and a cart with ripe peaches enticed Chelle. She stopped at the cart and looked the peaches over, picking two and paying the owner. Chelle lobbed a peach at Bregg, who caught it and, after an apraising glance, took a bite. He thanked Chelle between a mouthful of peach, quickening his pace to keep beside her. The duo stopped at a high stone wall, each large stone seeming to the twin of those around it, but anyone who had been inside knew there was one that was special. Her fingers reached out to the wall and pressed on a stone with a series of cracks running through it, the wall easily opened a doorway before her, and she walked in, followed by Bregg. The Hall of Outcasts was it's usual warm self, the light glow of oil lamps casting an amber glow through the room. This place was neutral ground, meaning that no violence was allowed within it's walls, it was a silent rule kept to by any who stepped inside...the barkeep seemed a friendly chap, but the last time someone got violent inside, he put him to the floor in one blow, and threw him out the back door, which, by chance, was an enchanted gateway to another part of the city. Chelle's lips turned into a grin as she took a seat on one of the bar stools, waving at the barman.
"Hello there m'lady," the barman asked in a deep, gravely voice, "How may i help you on this fine day?"
"Well, i was looking to see if you have any bills posted by request for a Bregg or Chelle?"
The barman turned to a series of mail-slot looking boxes mounted in the wall, running his hands over the wall, he pulled several yellowed sheets of parchment from one of them, placing it before her. "There you are, Lady Chelle... Hope they pay well." he smiled, turning back to cleaning a row of mugs.
She shook her head, holding a dislike for formal titles, like 'Lady' especially. She leafed through the parchments, it appeared they had recieved two requests for escorts, and one for an assassination. Assassinations were Chelle's duty alone, Bregg had long ago told her that he refused to take lives for money, and she felt no need to press the issue on him.

She collected the parchments and slid them into one of the small satchels on her belt. She tied the drawstrings together and slid from the barstool, slowly crossing the room to Bregg's location, watching a few men play cards. "Come on darling, we've got some work to do." she grinned at him, a small hand tugging at his thick wrist. Once back outside, they moved through the streets towards the main city gates, where hopefully their mounts were still stabled.