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She noticed the atmosphere first. As she entered the city, the lively streets brought back memories of scampers in the fields and home. Her home, or at least that which used to be her home.
Her head spinned as the sun embraced her again, and noticing, much to her dismay, she was beginning to feel quite weak she put the sedge on her head and tied it under her chin. It had been a long journey, and while she did not need food or water to live, she certainly couldn’t say the same thing for her companion, a large beast with black wiry fur and only a Lapis Lazuli gemstone loosely tied around its neck, whose sole presence next to her seemed to put a respectful distance between her and other.
The gaze of the figure laid on the area swarming of people, captivated. She had not seen something loosely similar to a festival from so long ago. Hearing the sound of someone singing in the distance, a woman, perhaps, and that made her chest ache a little. But she wasn't supposed to stop and enjoy it. With that in mind she moved on quickly and resumed walking. The redhead dressed from head to toe and swathed in bandages she figured she may very well have difficulties blending in completely, and the best to do find a place to rest shortly and then leave again.
It was the faint smell of drinks that caught her attention. Swallowing the mild nausea alredy washing over her, she stopped in front of the pub. Had that inn always been there? She stared up, perplexed. However, soon enough she gave up the search among some of her oldest memories once she realized that to stand still before the door was a good way to receive many side eyes glances
the redhead looked behind her. Even if pets like hers were allowed inside, she didn't want to risk making the other customers feel uneasy, and after a brief hesitation she told the hound to stay.
“..Wait here for a moment. I promise I'll be quick.”
She whispered petting the canine behind the ears almost as a form of excuse through affection, shortly after she turned and walked into the pub. She was hardly surprised to see so many people inside, and casting a few glances around the place she headed silently to the counter.
“Good morning, uhm… Could I have simple water and some bread?”
She was tense, partly due to the eyes of the other customers on her, despite speaking fluently without any hint of anxiety and keeping her steady gaze on owner of the pub. Still, once she spoke her expression changed subtly as she realized how soft her voice was, hoping-- praying, that the owner did hear her words.
Her head spinned as the sun embraced her again, and noticing, much to her dismay, she was beginning to feel quite weak she put the sedge on her head and tied it under her chin. It had been a long journey, and while she did not need food or water to live, she certainly couldn’t say the same thing for her companion, a large beast with black wiry fur and only a Lapis Lazuli gemstone loosely tied around its neck, whose sole presence next to her seemed to put a respectful distance between her and other.
The gaze of the figure laid on the area swarming of people, captivated. She had not seen something loosely similar to a festival from so long ago. Hearing the sound of someone singing in the distance, a woman, perhaps, and that made her chest ache a little. But she wasn't supposed to stop and enjoy it. With that in mind she moved on quickly and resumed walking. The redhead dressed from head to toe and swathed in bandages she figured she may very well have difficulties blending in completely, and the best to do find a place to rest shortly and then leave again.
It was the faint smell of drinks that caught her attention. Swallowing the mild nausea alredy washing over her, she stopped in front of the pub. Had that inn always been there? She stared up, perplexed. However, soon enough she gave up the search among some of her oldest memories once she realized that to stand still before the door was a good way to receive many side eyes glances
the redhead looked behind her. Even if pets like hers were allowed inside, she didn't want to risk making the other customers feel uneasy, and after a brief hesitation she told the hound to stay.
“..Wait here for a moment. I promise I'll be quick.”
She whispered petting the canine behind the ears almost as a form of excuse through affection, shortly after she turned and walked into the pub. She was hardly surprised to see so many people inside, and casting a few glances around the place she headed silently to the counter.
“Good morning, uhm… Could I have simple water and some bread?”
She was tense, partly due to the eyes of the other customers on her, despite speaking fluently without any hint of anxiety and keeping her steady gaze on owner of the pub. Still, once she spoke her expression changed subtly as she realized how soft her voice was, hoping-- praying, that the owner did hear her words.