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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 12, 2017 14:22:45 GMT -6
All That Glitters Killian & Gosslyn
Setting
late autumn, 1700
mid-morning (between Chapter 4 & 5 events)
Skeldr Town, Killian's shop |
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Post by tarriedsea on Dec 12, 2017 14:49:08 GMT -6
 One step
Two step
One step
Two step
She kept her head down. Her feet, barefoot and freezing on the iced earth, plodded softly. She hunched her shoulders, bringing her snow leopard pelt closer to her chest, and she huffed out a plume of white breath.
Snow had already fallen upon Skeldr Town, much sooner than she was accustomed to living in the southern farmlands. The roads of town were already packed down with gritty brown snow. Overnight most sections turned into a slick sheet of ice. Without spiked shoes, she had to count her steps carefully.
She still wasn't used to village life. There was always noise here, outside their window. Merchants and common folk starting their trades before dawn. Crackling fires. The slam of metal on an anvil. Deep, hearty laughs. The War Forged seemed to value labor over daylight, hard work over quiet mornings.
She had to get used to it. This was how her herd lived.
Stopping at a crossroad, she watched a large draft stallion amble past with a rickety wagon of lumber. He hardly gave her a nod. She considered this good. Anonymity was always most comfortable, and although she wasn't scared of her father coming to find them, it helped to remain small. Disappear into a crowd.
She squinted. Did the map say to turn left or right? A cold sweat shivered down her legs. She couldn't be late on her first day.
Lightheaded, she turned left, down a small slope to a small cluster of houses, past the market into the described narrow alley, and walked quietly until she saw the architecture that stuck out from the rest. A strange pair of buildings with a second-story bridge between them. She had to stop and stare at it for a second. Two-story buildings were something she'd never heard of until she moved here, much less a shared corridor hovering above the alleyway. She briefly wondered how in the world it was constructed way back in the day.
Her stomach fluttered, suddenly incredibly nervous. What would happen here? Would she make a good impression?
A sign hung above the door with writing on it, and her stomach twisted. Was it the name of the shop? She wondered when it would be best to disclose to her employer that reading wasn't in her skillset.
With a deep breath, she lightly rapped her horn on the door, careful not to scratch the exterior. A brisk wind wandered down the road and hit the side of her face. She took a step back from the door. Here goes nothing. |
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