12-07-2016, 02:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2018, 05:11 AM by Magikeeper.)
The sun was high in the sky as she hoofed it to the harbor. The cobblestones were uneven beneath her boots, and the city streets stunk -- as usual. In the midst of the too-heavy scent of unwashed bodies, cooked food, and the smells wafting in from the harbor, Nashota grimaced. It was a motley medley of scents, and her own enhanced sense of smell was suffering. When a man with a hurried look to his features pushed by, shoving her, she growled, frustration skyrocketing almost immediately. She had an aversion to being touched, and being in the city tested it on even her very best days.
Whatever his reason, the man paid her no mind and kept the same pace as he pushed through the crowd, earning a few warning glances from other patrons who were making their way in the opposite direction. She sighed and continued on her way -- she was on her way to the docks, to look for work. Even with her own parents dead and gone, she needed money to live and eat. She could get by some days by renting out a hotel room for a night or two. On the nights she couldn't and had to choose between shelter and eating, she holed up in an alley and fought the cold off with pure stubbornness and the will to survive.
Her mother, during her life, might have chastised her and told her to find honest, steady work instead of the fleeting grinds she'd been taking as of late -- but her mother wasn't alive, and the idea of working on another farm wasn't all that appealing. She sighed again, flipping stray strands of midnight hair back over her bare shoulder as she continued on her way.
Whatever his reason, the man paid her no mind and kept the same pace as he pushed through the crowd, earning a few warning glances from other patrons who were making their way in the opposite direction. She sighed and continued on her way -- she was on her way to the docks, to look for work. Even with her own parents dead and gone, she needed money to live and eat. She could get by some days by renting out a hotel room for a night or two. On the nights she couldn't and had to choose between shelter and eating, she holed up in an alley and fought the cold off with pure stubbornness and the will to survive.
Her mother, during her life, might have chastised her and told her to find honest, steady work instead of the fleeting grinds she'd been taking as of late -- but her mother wasn't alive, and the idea of working on another farm wasn't all that appealing. She sighed again, flipping stray strands of midnight hair back over her bare shoulder as she continued on her way.