<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"> (http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/ede751e9-09fe-4021-a9bf-cd79738d52df_zps253ed0e3.jpg) </div>Name: Demelza<br/>Race: Centos<br/>Players Nearby: open<br/>Location: City streets of Klith<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Demelza sighed as she looked at her reflection in an old armor shop window. What was she to do? She had spent her entire day at the book shop were here employer complained and whined about how her new system of alphabetizing the shelves messed with his rhythm to do his research. She ignored him and kept helping the few people who wondered in, which didn’t suit her boss all too well.  After being dismissed from work early she had wondered about town in need of something to do. But she could not find any to hold her attention for more than a couple of moments. She could go picnicking in the woods with a book, but knew that she had no new books to read. Maybe a game of cards with the boys in the pub, but rolled her eyes and knew no one would play her because of her skill at counting cards. Another sigh escaped her lips as she pondered what to do with her evening. Her thoughts wandered to her old master Loki and hoped he was alive and well. When she was bored at home he would always telling her stories of his old war days. She remembered him exaggerating his stories of brave heroes and sea captains and found herself wandering into the dusty old armor and weaponry with a laugh.<br/><br/>She had never been in the shop before and found most of the clothes there exotic and eye catching. Her own clothes were a bit overdresses for the society she was keeping now and decided she should find something where she could blend into the town well with. She tried on what looked to be a feathered pirate’s hat and giggled at her reflection, posing in an intimidating stance with her pretend sword. The shop keep asked if he could help her and she shook her head only here to browse, retuning the hat to the hook on the wall. Her frilled dress with its miles of fabric didn’t make movement for her very comfortable as she looked through other chests and racks of clothes. They didn't have much in her size and what they did have made her look like a harlots that sat in the pubs at night. Rummaging through another chest of leather and dresses she pulled one out and went behind a set of old shields to change out of her clothes and into the new ones. She pulled the deep indigo dress over her head and tied the ebony leather straps on the corset till they snapped in place. She came out and looked in the mirror turning this way and that, knowing that owner was watching her as well as every other man in the shop. She ignored their stares as faint smile touched her lips. Her fingers ran over the hand embroidered flowers that ran down the slip of the dress showing off a bit of her slender leg and thigh. The corset was tight which made her small chest more ample than she was, but had the same color and pattern as the skirt with silver buckles that shined in the light. She slipped out of her kid slippers and found a pair of tall leather boots, pulling them on with two hard tugs that almost sent her tumbling into a stack of chest plates behind her. She had to admit she liked this new look and would come back and buy more dresses like it in the near future. She kicked the heap of old clothes she had used to wear and debated on keeping them or not. Leaving them she paid the gapping man for his wears as she pulled her travel bag over her shoulder and across her chest, making her way into the market to find something to do with the rest of her day.<br/><br/>She walked out into the busy squarer where more vendors and carts were posted. A chill was in the air but the sun was out and warmed her skin. Her leather boots clicked on the cobble stone as she made her way to a sword smith across the way. The air was full of different smells and fragrances. Fresh baked bread to exotic perfumes, sweets hams, and brewing mead. Children played and women gossiped by a fountain while washing there laundry. She stopped and watched as a young man asked a woman for a kiss. The woman smiled and shook her head as she danced out of his reach, but the boy pursued, caught her and was given a secret kiss behind an empty cart. Demelza smiled sadly and wished for her own fairy tale prince to show up soon. She had many callers, too many in fact, and all of them too dumb found by her looks to appreciate her ideas and thoughts. She wanted someone to talk to and to see past her face and see the intelligent woman that was so desperately trying to be herd. She knew that one day she would have to settle down, but wasn’t ready just yet, at least not with any of the men who had already asked for her hand already. She could barely keep up a conversation with any of the single towns men without them tripping all over themselves.<br/><br/>Soon the sound of hammering started to ring around her. Turning away from the couple, Demelza spotted the sword smith and watched the heavy built man hammering away to a long deadly blade. Slowly she approached the mill and looked at all the metal work the man had made. She admired the craftsmanship and details in each blade and dagger. She instinctively touched her own hidden blade strapped to her thigh.  With a woosh the man dunked the sword into a tub of water and she moved on, not wanting to disturb the man from his work. By the time she left the mill the sun was at its highest and her stomach rumbled. After a few minute’s she felt like she was being followed. Turning, she scanned the crowed...<br/><br/>She saw no one and made her way to the food market to find her lunch and evening meal for the day. The day was sunny but it looked as if a storm coming was seen far east. The clouds promised either rain or a small drizzle as a bit of wind rode up and over the city.  She smiled up at the sky she started down the steps and out into the square. She wasn’t too bothered by the crowds, by kept a firm hand over her small pure of money for pocket pinchers. Again everyone was out to sell or running earns but stopped to watch her pass by with a smile or wave. She nodded politely to those who called out a greeting to her and ignored some who tried to tempt her to greet them with a kiss. Humming softly Demelza picked through a few ripe fruits. “ In your house I long to be, room by room patiently, I'll wait for you there, like a stone I'll wait for you there… alone… ” She paid the vendor and moved on down the street with an uncomfortable feeling that someone was following her. She turned but no one was paying her any attention than normal. She tilted her head and moved on to the baker. She looked over her shoulder and watched the crowd her thieving senses picking up on any out of ordinary glances or behavior. She turned back and picked out a loaf of fresh crusted bread and a slab of butter. The baker commented on her dress and asked what she was doing on such a lovely day. She smiled and made pleasantry talk while wrapping her new purchases in her bag. Passing the man a few coins she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Someone was watching her. She bid the man farewell and moved on trying to pick out someone who was looked to be out of place. She was use to people staring or following her, but for some strange reason this felt different, as if she could feel his hands graze her with his mind. She shook off the strange feeling and tried to relax, “It’s nothing, just keep walking, Demelza. Been reading way too many of those mystery and horror books...” she chided herself.<br/><br/>Later on while admiring a silk stand, Demelza kept her senses on high alert. Picking up a cerulean scarf and wrapped it around her hair and looked in the mirror. While pretending to arrange her hair, she scouted the glass for people. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash as it moved too quickly for her to see clearly. She removed the scarf and moved away from the stand. Maybe it was just her imagination and she was just being a little paranoid. She knew people looked her way time to time and shouldn’t be too alarmed by someone following her throughout town. Besides she was well prepared to take care of herself if anyone decided to tangle with her. She bought a bottle of mead from the nearby pub as set out to enjoy her afternoon out in the wild were she could find peace and quiet and hopefully a bit of privacy as well.<br/>