Heir of the Forgotten

~The stranger~

The walk is a bit lengthy, but Selene doesn't mind it. The scenery is pleasant. From the beach to the nearest town, there's a bit of wooded area, though it's not much.

Still, Selene observes the way the trees sway in the light wind. The way the rabbits jump from place to place, and the scatter of squirrels, leaping tree to tree. The light whistles from the birds only make the walk more whimsical. They sing their songs and bring an echo of peace to her walk.

Step by step, Selene makes the trip until she finally reaches the cobblestone pathway that leads to the town.

The rustle of voices fills her ears, and her steps pick up in pace. Selene smiled as she looked around, her eyes lighting up in excitement.

Street vendors shout advertising their merchandise, people stand around talking and laughing as they wait in lines, speaking of their day and plans moving forward. There are bars and places to eat. She sees stores full of clothing and all sorts of knick-knacks.

She doesn't know where to go first, so she decides to visit the first street vendor she can reach. The items are cute little handmade charms. There are ones for good luck and others for romance. Each is imbued with a bead that radiates a little magic, but other than that, there isn't much there. She finds them cute, but she does not wish to spend her money on them.

She spends hours looking at things, and she comes across a store run by a Fae Female. It seems she makes ice sculptures that will never melt in the sun. It's a beautiful art medium and must take lots of refinement from her magic. She imagines that her lineage must be pure, or at least close to it.

Since the Fae of today tend to be more human than Fae, even the smallest drop of Fae blood will give you their traits, though in lesser amounts typically. Those with pure lineage are rare, given their persecution in neighboring countries. Before the current royal family, the True Fae were prosecuted here as well. Many sought human mates to try and find some sort of safety.

Selene watches the female work, watching her hand trail over the ice, melting and solidifying water as if it were simply clay to her hands. There is intense focus, and her hands work with method. Each piece is unique and beautiful. She wants one.

As she tries to make up her mind about spending so much on a piece of art, she feels a light tug on her skirt. Looking down, she attempts to reach for her coin purse before it slips away completely.

"Ay, give that back!" She chases after the thief, keeping up well enough. The shouts are little as she tries not to make too big a commotion. She shouldn't draw attention to herself, but that's all she had for today.

Turning a corner slightly out of breath, she bumps into a man. She moves back, looking frantically around before she spots the thief. It takes her another moment to realize she ran into a guard.

She quickly drops her head and enters a curtsy. "Sorry, I was chasing after that man 'cause he took my coin purse." She says to the man's feet.

"Raise your head and take a look. Which one is yours?" She raises her eyes a little, and to her eyes, they all look the same.

"It should have Selene, em... sewn on the pouch. It doesn't have a whole lot inside of it." She mumbles, getting a bit nervous.

She doesn't expect the pouch to drop at her feet, but the sound of coin was unmistakable. "You'd have a better time seeing without the shades."

"I have sens-tive eyes. Um, thank you, sir." She leans over to grab the coin purse and stuff it back into her pocket.

"Ah, that's how you lost it. You don't shop in busy towns often, do you kid?" There's a joking tone to the man's voice.