<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00BFBF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Trouble? Maybe – A Waste of Time</span><br/><br/> <span style="font-style: italic">Someone that looks like me … braided hair and brown eyes … there’s many people like that. Hmmm … no, that’s not her … nope, wrong person … ‘scuse me. Don’t let go of my hand, nor of your little friend’s.</span> Leviath attempts to make her way through the bundles of people in crowd. While going through the dozens of people, Leviath felt the girl releasing her hand. The demon quickly looked around herself, until she caught the sight of the same mask shop, with the little girl standing behind the business table. She was leaning over it, looking out at something. As Leviath goes over to the girl, she hears someone’s footsteps coming to the stand. The person was a woman – deductively reasoning, most likely her mother. As they reunited, they were glad and cheery – Leviath was about to leave, until she saw someone taking a mask without the mother and daughter noticing.<br/><br/>	She looks around, and then goes over to bend over to pick up a very thin and broken-in-half wooden scrap board from the ground. She simply sneaks up behind the human, and then arches her human hand like she would when swiping at a rabbit – she quickly brings it painfully down on the man’s right shoulder. As he jumps and, in a split second, let’s go of the mask out of surprise, he turns around to see what beast has touched him. Already though, the demon had stood and bent low, and had swiftly taken the mask whilst placing the board in the man’s hands. The demon in disguise ‘slithers’ gracefully back into the crowd. Leviath goes ‘round the many humans and back to the mask shop to return it. By then, the mother was telling the girl something, the girl hands the mother the dirtied rabbit. The woman then goes back into the shop. The girl started lifting the many messily stacked masks on the table, looking underneath the many of them and seemingly a bit upset. Was she looking for a scattering evil roach to smash? With a deft movement, something was placed on the table. The girl sees it, and was pleased. She looks at the person in front of her, but sees only the ever-moving and noisy crowd.<br/><br/> <span style="font-style: italic">It was getting extremely late … what will Leviath do now? She had underestimated her human abilities. As a human, she can only run so much before her body is filled with the pain of sores from her tiring muscles. ‘Sorry Snow, but it will take a while before I come back.’ The demon thinks to herself – at the very least, a horse is what I’m going to need in the morning. And then head to the towns – at least to <span style="text-decoration: underline">Falloch, Crimora, and Foreston</span>.  One by one until I get back.<br/><br/>	It has been a while that Leviath had to turn human, and had to look around for things to her use. She goes around the Kingdom once more, reminding herself as she bought, that as a human, she’s to eat things cooked, and not raw. She soon heads to the inn to rest.</span><br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>	“Squeak ….” Snow sighed in relief as he lied on the branch. Suddenly, vines moved suspiciously above and towards Snow. “Squeak? Squeak! Squeaaaak!” He was grabbed by the rope-like plants, and held in the air. A stick was poking him in the stomach. The blonde male had spoken, and Snow replied. “Squeak! Squeak! Squeeeaaak! Squeak squeak squeak squeak! Squeeeaaaak!” Friend I say! I am friend! Frieeeeend! Leviath! Save meeee! … No, I can’t be like this …. Snow becomes quiet. Maybe if he reacted less, then this blonde young male would lose interest in him. The fox-squirrel becomes as quiet as a leaf being blown in the wind.<br/><br/>Oh wait, the bird? Um, yes. She's with me ... right? "Squeak squeak squeak squeak? Squeak ... squeak?"</span></div>