"Hey! Ye! Watch where ye'r steppin!" She blustered as she swiped a strand of russet curl from her face and glowered at the man who blinked owlishly up at her from beneath the rim of his hat.
He muttered something in return and she quickly closed her eyes, shut her mouth, pinched her nose and simultaneously stuck her fingers in her ears (It's difficult to do, but possible with a little torquing of one's nose). Just in case the old man retaliated with some kind of curse/spell/enchantment or blasphemy.
Thankfully he appeared to be of the benign sort if just slightly offkilter and left her to her odd pose muttering about the insanity found in RhyDin.
Ha! As if she were the one insane! Mmm hmm! Just a necessary precaution here, you never knew what people were going to throw at you. Literally. She was still peeling lime jello from her hair after wondering too close to a window. At least it tasted good, though according to the person who had tossed it, "it lacked good consistency." Eh? To each their own.
She needed to find a place to rest her weary feet and kept an eagle eye out for an Inn or Cafe that didn't look like it would eat her alive just for stepping through the door.
Her stomach growled; yep, it was time to find a sandwich or three.
And that's when she saw it. Rounding the corner, a north-westerly jaunt past the Marketplace. The perfect building for her plans. All thoughts of food and tired feet quickly forgotten. Now to find out who owned it...
He muttered something in return and she quickly closed her eyes, shut her mouth, pinched her nose and simultaneously stuck her fingers in her ears (It's difficult to do, but possible with a little torquing of one's nose). Just in case the old man retaliated with some kind of curse/spell/enchantment or blasphemy.
Thankfully he appeared to be of the benign sort if just slightly offkilter and left her to her odd pose muttering about the insanity found in RhyDin.
Ha! As if she were the one insane! Mmm hmm! Just a necessary precaution here, you never knew what people were going to throw at you. Literally. She was still peeling lime jello from her hair after wondering too close to a window. At least it tasted good, though according to the person who had tossed it, "it lacked good consistency." Eh? To each their own.
She needed to find a place to rest her weary feet and kept an eagle eye out for an Inn or Cafe that didn't look like it would eat her alive just for stepping through the door.
Her stomach growled; yep, it was time to find a sandwich or three.
And that's when she saw it. Rounding the corner, a north-westerly jaunt past the Marketplace. The perfect building for her plans. All thoughts of food and tired feet quickly forgotten. Now to find out who owned it...