Kathryn inhaled deeply, enjoying the smells of baking bread wafting through the center of town. This was such a small place, some distance from everywhere, that she had no fear she would be recognized. After all, she wasn't in her home duchy, and, even there, she often wore a veil when moving through town.
She claimed it was for modesty, of course, but there were other reasons...like this. Her maid was accompanying her spinster aunt to mass today, while Kathryn had sneaked away to explore somewhere new. Other than, perhaps, being far too clean, Kathryn looked the part of a villager, wearing a simple outfit with no jewelry to speak of. Her hair was braided around her head in the practical fashion so common back in the Duchy of Highheart. She looked a little out of place here, but not as out of place as she would have had she worn her finery and jewels.
Her horse, a sturdy bay, munched on some nearby grass as she took in the differences of this little village. Especially this bread-baking business... She couldn't ask much about it -- that would have made her stand out too much -- but she could certainly watch as the locals placed their bread into the vast oven...and then just...left? Weren't they concerned someone else would take their bread?
Seizing on the opportunity to interrogate a passing boy -- who, surely, would be less suspicious than the adults -- she asked curiously, "How do you know which bread is yours?"
