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@Lion)
Fivan pushed the thin cover off and walked toward the window. The nightmare still fresh in her mind prohibited any further rest. The sun was not quite up as she gazed out the dirty plane of glass, her delicate hand cleaning enough of a spot to look out onto the ally. Sighing she walks over to the small table and rummages through her satchel for her journal. She looked for the matches and worried the wick and once satisfied she checked her charcoal. holding it under the flame to soften the tip for writing. The soft glow of the oil lamp giving her just enough light to record what she could remember of the nightmare.
As she writes her mind drifts wondering what these nightmares mean, she knows they must be related to her parents and Nana, she just cannot make the connections, her frustration over them grow! Restless she closes the book and stores her materials. It is just so cold here! Damn why did she take this errand. Ahhhh well the coin was good. She pats the silver and gold pieces in her pouch. It was easy really almost too easy. All she had to do was deliver a small package to the very innkeeper where she was staying. Whom paid her and let her stay the night free! Free!!! But now she had a long way back to warmer climate. Which she preferred.
Stretching and putting the coin pouch away she decides to get an early start. After washing up she heads out before the other residence stir, wanting to cover as much ground as she can. Fivan nods at the lone bar maid on her way out the door.
She quickly walks through the small village streets trying to weave her way toward her destination. Watching the sun rise over the sparse buildings fills her heart with hope that the new day often brings, she smiles and unbeknownst to her triggers a merchant to smile in reaction.
Fivan stops at a market center for a tea and biscuit from a the cart vendor. She doesn't even realize how he admires her beauty. She takes no notice her mind is focused on one thing making it to Warm ground. She pulls her coin purse out and pays for her meager meal. As puts her coin purse away she hears a mans voice.
Excuse me Miss? Miss? You droped something! She stops and looks in the direction of the voice, "Thank you" she says as she reaches towrad the strangers extended hand.
The man hands over a woolen scarf, "It is very pretty, er, Miss..." but her doesn't quite release it.
She lowers her head, not wanting the eye contact, "Yes, thank you, Sir." As she realizes he is not letting go. She struggles to balance her cup of tea.
"Don't you want to tell me your name?" He holds his grasp on the garment.
She hesitates a moment, "Fivan, my name is Fivan, please may I have my scarf back?"
He releases the garment. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It means rain forest, no?"
Blushing, "Y-yes, yes it does, thank you again" she stammers. "But, I need to hurry sir, I am sorry.". She tucks the scarf back in her satchel and hurries away.
The man sighs and heads off.
Once she feels she is a safe distance away she cuts across the street and rounds a building, angry with herself when will she get over this damn shyness around strangers!
Shaking her head she pulls her map tonight she will need to camp and she wanted to get to the general good store for a few provisions before leaving the small hamlet.
