Wearily, Doa-ming made her way down the path. Her pilgrimage did not nearly seem as fun now as it did only a few weeks ago. Coughing she felt her whole body convulse.   The trip had already begun to take a toll on the young and naive girl. Years of living in a monastery had not really prepared her for what the world was really like. Everything she had seen only lead her to believe outsiders where not to be dealt with.  They were all greedy and selfish .  It was clear why they all suffered so. Not only did they cling obsessively to what they considered theirs but they wanted everything that was not theirs as well.  There was no hope for these people in this life, but perhaps in another they might learn their folly.<br/><br/>â€œTraveling sucksâ€ Doa-ming muttered after a sneeze under her breath longing for the day she would reach the Northern temple and be done with all of this mess. She felt a few tears welling up in her eyes at the thought. Shaking her head, she banished the thought of her final destination. If she did not think about where she was going, then she would not have to acknowledge the fact that she was lost. Banishing the tears proved harder than she would have liked though. Doa-ming felt miserable. It had been days since she had last gotten a bath, and that had been in a very cold spring. Her coughing and sneezing had not gone away since then, so she was not willing to due that again.  What annoyed her most was how much her head itched. Her hair was growing back since she had not found any one to shave it.<br/><br/>There was a heavily worn sign leaning crookedly on the side of the road. At first Doa-ming did not notice it.  Her eyes were focused squarely forward, but she was struck by another coughing attack that lasted about half a minute. Straightening up, she did see it and made her way over to the sign. The letters where very faded but she could make out the name of a town and a trail in need of some wearing. Reaching for her coin purse, she felt it and frowned. Only a small copper piece left, but maybe enough for food.<br/><br/>Setting her feet down the path, she began to walk with more gusto than before. The path snaked around hills and forest, so Dao-ming could not see the village.  Her pace slowed again as it became clear the village was not going to simply be around the next turn. In the distance she thought she might be able to hear something but she could not make out what it was. Whatever was going on must have been quite the commotion. â€œMaybe it is a fair.â€ Dao-ming thought hopefully thinking that she would be able to get some food that way.