The sun was setting and the bakershop where the little girl had been standing in front off was soon going to close.
Well, in front off; her face and hands pressed against the window eyeing all the various kinds of bread that was displayed on the shelves. Her stomach growled again. Last time she ate was more then a week ago. Having found a dead deer in the woods. Most likely had been taken down by wolves but there was still some meat on it which she had taken.
Her bare feet seemed a little bit sore but the girl did not seem to mind. She had to eat and drink. The few sips from the fountain were not enough.
Her gaze went from the bakershop to the sky. Despite there were barely no clouds, there was a pressure in the air. It would rain soon. But without money, no food or shelter. If she would walk now, she would reach the magic tower before the storm. But the way her body was right now, she would have trouble walking back tomorrow morning.
Her stomach grumbled again. ''Need to eat..'' she muttered half monotone.
Earlier this week she had seen some girl receiving a bag of buns without paying but it seemed she was not this lucky.
