The morning came without any interruptions more the better.  Cytherea rose from the bed and ran her hands through her hair.  The trip to town must be made to day.  The crick in her neck popped as she stretched it.  She then placed both feet on the wooden floor.  The fire in the fire place was down to bright coals.  She would have to gain more wood also on her return.<br/><br/>She changed from her sleeping habit, to a dark blue skirt that came to her ankles, a light blue trim lace at the bottom of it.  The skirt swayed freely.  Her top along was a white peasants top, along with a dark blue corset.  Her dark brown hair came to her shoulders.  She put it in a lose bun and held it with a piece of lace.  After she was comfortable with her usual appearance for going into town she grabbed her coin bag.  And her shopping leather bag.  Making a memory of her list she slipped on leather shoes and made her way out the door.  After locking the only door, she walked 3 blocks east and stopped at the entrance to the town.  The bridge was very narrow, and many travelers made there way past her and from her.  The town was busy with vendors alike.  And she was a paying customer just as must as the next man or woman in line to pay.  Only her reputation kept her moving faster.<br/><br/>she began walking quickly down the bridge.  The smell of this town was one of sweat, cooking meat, iron, horse and yolk.  This was a large town. It was big enough for her and everyone else.<br/><br/>She stopped as many people who recognized her for who she was and moved away, almost like a stray dog.  Cytherea was used to this and made her way over to the clothe vendor for new rolls of wool.<br/><br/>“I’ll take two rolls please,” She said kindly to the woman eyeing her cautiously.  The woman only slid the roll to Cytherea after she paid her gold.  “You have a blessed day.”  The old woman already ignoring her words, and already working on the person next in line.<br/><br/>She moves to the next vendor, herbs and such, and ponders her stash of rose petal veins.  She may need to rep-plant them again.  The crows have been in her bushes again.  She purchases a few more seeds from the planter’s wife as she heads to the store building.  More bread and milk too.  The store that was full of patrons seems to see her and walk out the door.  She looks the other way.  “You’ll want me when you need me she sighs”<br/>