A Normal Girl? (Open)

[Relairah]

It was mid-afternoon in the city of Escavas, the sun lowering toward the horizon. The sky had only a few puffs of white for clouds, and was an otherwise bright blue. Despite the time of day, activity was up as always, never a dull moment. At least for this girl. The streets had various vendors, trying to sell their goods for whatever prices they could squeeze from unlucky spenders. Some shouted their "bargain" prices, trying to catch the attention of passersby. As usual in a sea-faring town, there were travelers, visitors, and guests, all easy prey.

She stood in the shadow of one particular building, her back against the wall, her face turned as her eyes watched the street. One arm was across her slender but strong figure, hand clutching the hilt of a dagger tucked on her side under the belt about her waist. Her thick brown hair hung down, reaching mid-way down her arms, slightly hiding her features. She wasn't terribly tall, which was fine with her. It made getting around easier. Made her faster, she thought. Her eyes were a bright orange, perhaps the one thing which would make her stand out and noticeable, even in the shadows.

She peered around the corner. It seemed the coast was clear. Easily she slipped out into the light. Nope, no guards and no one familiar. Excellent. She slipped into a crowd of people, sneaking a piece of fruit as she passed one stand by, the owner too busy trying to bargain with a customer to notice and slipped on her way, biting into it and enjoying its sweet flavor as the juices slipped down her throat. Yes, this was the life she lived.

She couldn't help her brief trail of thought as she remembered a time not too far off when she had ventured with a group made up of vampires, a mercenary, and the latter's pet shape-shifter. Well, she doubted she'd run into them again. All of them seemed to have moved on with their lives and gone in different directions. So was the world. She had learned not to get too attached. Independence was definitely the way to go. Or maybe it was her inner cat instincts telling her this.

Jolene slipped into an alleyway, leaping easily upon different crates stacked together until she could pull herself up on the roof of one of the buildings. She perched herself there, her legs dangling over the edge easily and proceeded to eat the rest of her fruit. Well, this would do her until dinner. So for now, she was content.