They were coming again.
The sound of their carriages sloshing through the mud along the beaten tracks ricocheted through the woods. The people of Oesis clambering around, packing the remnants of the Thursday Market in a hast to welcome the annual chaos that was about to ensue.
The women attempting to run and hide and sheild their daughters from the inevitable, longing for them to remain children for another second, or two, or three. But it is never any use.
The men remain loyal to their duty, to their king and force them apart, gathering the girls which have only just come of age to the centre of the street. It was tradition. It was trade for eternal protection.
Un-noticed, a shadow weived in and out of the bustle and the cries, hidden under a hood. As fast and agile as a fox she rode the crowd to the edge of the market till she was safely docked between two buildings. Her heart thundered in her chest. Was luck truly on her side for another consecutive year ?
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Adventure' You should know blueberry, my favourite colour is blue and I love the sweet taste of fruit '
