The milling crowd was loud, hectic, and at times violent. The slender girl, bearing a large pack, slowly weaved her way through the carts. Though it did not show on the surface, she was constantly measuring the responses of others to her actions, and tailoring her next move to get the desired response. She wanted to be seen in just a certain way, and knew just how to make sure that would happen.<br/><br/>She stopped beside a little old lady selling pottery and smiled warmly, chatting with her briefly. After a moment, she broke away and moved further down the square. She stopped often, conversing with many she encountered, always with a smile. She appeared sweet, friendly, and innocent to all. It was impossible to hide her skinny arms and pronounced facial features, however. She did her best to distract from this noticeable trait by smiling brightly. Laughing as a pair of children chased eachother in circles around her a couple times, she snatched the arm of the boy, took a doll from him, and gave it to the crying girl who had been chasing me. It was impossible to hear what she said, but when the children left, the girl appeared consoled, and the boy contrite.<br/><br/>Finally, she made it to the city gate, passed by the guard after only a few moments' conversation, and was free to enter the woods. She couldn't afford to live in the city, so she'd set up a camp in the woods far enough from the city to be safe from burglary. The walk was long, but she enjoyed the chance to simply be alone in the quiet. The sun was just now reaching the highest point in the sky as she ventured off the beaten trail and into the woods, but already, she appeared exhausted, as if she were reaching the end of a very long day.