Ronni shook the tiny droplets of water out of short cropped mahogony hair. Great use that was.... after a brief period of moonlight the rain started again. She sighed, mist forming with the drop of temperature. Great weather this village is having. At least in her old town.... where she was an inhabitant for a whole 2 weeks before being kicked out... it was sunny and warm or moonlit and warm.
She groaned at the thought of her old town. It wasnt her fault that the village leaders son was a bastard that tried to take liberties he shouldnt have been taking with her... and magically appeared the next day with a broken leg and two blackeyes. Swear to the divine that she didnt touch him..... she smiled.... but the long oak staff she carried loveingly sure did.... she sure that orb at the end packs quite a punch... litterally. She chuckled, a husky low sound that isnt heard very often. Let that hoaky healer of theirs try and heal that.... all he was was hokus pocus.
It was only a matter of time she was kicked out anyway. That wasnt her fault either.... well maybe it was..... she didnt have to give the little boy goat ears. BUT he was calling little Mary and ugly cow and took her doll. The spell only lasted 4 hours anyway.
She sighed again. Ohhh well. Dark eyes once again took in her surroundings. THe quaint buildings and little gardens almost tugged at a human like emotion of caregiving... almost. It was impposible. Due to the Light Elf and Carapathian blood lines she possessed, settling down would never give her contentment. Also, the added element of her strange powers and the fact her vision is that of muddied colors... well... that made it even further out of her reach.
Sadness creeped up again. SHe continued walking down the street, looking at things she would never have. Passing the gardens, giving into a whim, she passed her staff over one that seemed to have been overgorwn with weeds and neglect. Love of the garden that once was was still shown through the flowers that had been planted, and still sprung up every year. Upon feeling the staffs rays of light, the weeds shriveled and the brightly colored flowers, made muddy by her eyes, sprang to attention. She smiled slightly. THere.
She continued her walk, soaked clean through from the still falling rain.
