It was getting dark. She'd have to be home soon, but... oooh! She was so close, she knew it, she *knew* it! She tossed a rebellious red curl out of her face and attempted to tuck it back into her low ponytail, which ended just between her shoulderblades in a curly, wavy, crimson mass. Her one blue eye and her one green eye scanned the wall before her. There was an entrance to the catacombs of the city somewhere around here...she remembered seeing it blocked off when she was a young girl, wandering with her mother. Now she stood in the same general area, hoping and praying that the entrance hadn't been sealed. It had been her one lead to finding the mages that hid in the city, she knew it, but if it was gone, she was back to nothing.
She folded her arms beneath her busom, then brought one hand up to cup her face and thoughtfully rub her chin. The pretty face was heart-shaped and fair, with freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. It was normally lit up with a smile, but right now, it was scrunched up in thought. Maybe the mages had hidden the entrance...that'd make sense...but then, they'd probably use magic to get through it, which put her at a disadvantage, not being magically gifted. Why was she even seeking them? They'd probably be just as inclined to kill her as the gaurd would be with them. Perhaps she was truly greedy deep down, wanting an adventure and seeking it out in this most dangerous of ways. Perhaps it was her motherly benevolence, seeking to give the mages a connection to the outside world that they hid from. Perhaps it was....
....the sound of heavy boots cut into her train of thought. The city gaurd was patrolling, and a quick glance at the sky told her that they'd probably ask her why she was alone when it was so close to true dark. She couldn't run from them--they'd suspect that she was a mage if she did, and she didn't want the guard chasing her. As they got closer, she forced herself to calm down. If they asked, she'd just tell a partial truth--"I was just lost in thought, sirs."
They walked past her without so much as a third glance in her direction. She didn't mind that one of the two had given her a once-over so much, but she worried that they might remember her and cause something nasty in her future.
Once they were satisfactorily away, she resumed her scrutiny of the blank wall. Where to start, where to start.... with a sigh, she leaned against the wall behind her, and felt it give under her weight. She gasped and stood up, spinning around to face the wall, looking at it. It *looked* normal, but still.... She pressed her hand to it again, and it gave and bounced slightly under the pressure. Was this the entrance she was seeking?
