[pnpgm] What a delightful morning

[d kerr]

Maelorna watches the fight with little interest, the ringing sound of metal
upon metal, the tang of blood in the cold air gave her even less
enjoyment.  Her interest lies more in watching those about her.  The flesh
on display was almost a heady bouquet to her senses.  While the language
was still as alien to her as the previous night, she didn't care and was
able to ignore it.

At hearing Z'leyra's response to Arawn's question, she rolls her eyes and
fights the urge to give a derisive snort.  While she understood the desire
to worship something greater than one's self, Maelorna found little use in
pleading or begging for what to her would be denied.

'*Ooh, how about that one?*' the voice, the one thing she didn't want to
hear at the moment makes her wince, '*you promised, a town or city*' it
demanded.  '*Well if not that one, how about that one?*' the voice
pleads, '*you
promised, once we got to a town or village.'* it demands.  She whispers to
herself in desperation, "No, shut.. shut up now.  This isn't a city or a
town." and pulls the cowl of her cloak closer over her head to hide her
face, finding her enjoyment being near the throng of people less than
desirable, and she starts to look for one of her companions, if only to use
their familiarity and closeness to keep her from doing something stupid, as
she gave her word.
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