Circe Carolingian
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A white-haired woman, skin as white as snow made her way through the crowd. An armored sentry stood by her side, towering over the woman's small figure. Circe tucked a loose strand of hair behind her pointed ears. She stumbled slightly, finding it difficult to walk in high-heeled boots upon the uneven cobblestones. She huffed quietly, lifting up her elaborate gown. The pristine white trim was already becoming dirty with the mud and debris from the ground she walked.
Turning her gaze to her surroundings a slight smile made its way across her pale lips. A small laugh spilled, rolling over her tongue as her guard rolled his eyes. She didn't need this much protection, certainly not in a city like Alliria, or at least that's what she thought. Besides, when she would sneak out Circe always came back unharmed...mostly.
As the crowd thronged forward enclosing around her, she took her chance and darted away from her glorified babysitter in armor. Circe ducked through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone. Being the small-statured, lithe woman that she was she was able to hide within the folds of the group. Making her way towards the stand the young lady picked up a scarlet red apple from one of the vendors' stands lining the outskirts.
"Pardon me," she glanced up at the surly merchant, his grey stubble dotting his chin and lower cheeks, "but how much for this?" Silently pointing to the price board hanging from the wooden poles Circe exchanged three small coins, cradling the fruit in her hands ever so gently.
She turned away, bowing slightly, a habit that she had acquired over years of living in the lap of luxury. "Thank you." Circe began to wander, well, more like skip, around the outdoor market, her eyes grazing over nearly every object and person in the large section of the city.
Not paying attention to where she was going Circe hummed nonchalantly, taking in the sights but not quite seeing everything that was in front of her. While her feet wobbled upon the ground her head was stuck in the clouds.
CountofCristo
Turning her gaze to her surroundings a slight smile made its way across her pale lips. A small laugh spilled, rolling over her tongue as her guard rolled his eyes. She didn't need this much protection, certainly not in a city like Alliria, or at least that's what she thought. Besides, when she would sneak out Circe always came back unharmed...mostly.
As the crowd thronged forward enclosing around her, she took her chance and darted away from her glorified babysitter in armor. Circe ducked through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone. Being the small-statured, lithe woman that she was she was able to hide within the folds of the group. Making her way towards the stand the young lady picked up a scarlet red apple from one of the vendors' stands lining the outskirts.
"Pardon me," she glanced up at the surly merchant, his grey stubble dotting his chin and lower cheeks, "but how much for this?" Silently pointing to the price board hanging from the wooden poles Circe exchanged three small coins, cradling the fruit in her hands ever so gently.
She turned away, bowing slightly, a habit that she had acquired over years of living in the lap of luxury. "Thank you." Circe began to wander, well, more like skip, around the outdoor market, her eyes grazing over nearly every object and person in the large section of the city.
Not paying attention to where she was going Circe hummed nonchalantly, taking in the sights but not quite seeing everything that was in front of her. While her feet wobbled upon the ground her head was stuck in the clouds.
CountofCristo