Ahh, the hustle and bustle of a Whiterun morning. The merchants at their stalls, and the happy people hurrying here and there to buy fresh goods. The little nine year old absolutely hated it. The sun was too bright, and the towngoers were much too noisy. She wore a light blue dress, and her red hair had been lazily combed to frame her face. Her name was Lucille, youngest assassin in the brotherhood since the days of the Dovahkiin.
She quinted her eyes as she pushed passed the crowds. "Fresh meat, butchered this mornin'!" called a merchant from his stall. "Ripe fruit, only 2 septims a piece!" said another. The girl forced her way to the front of the fruit stand and put four gold coins on the counter. "Two apples." she ordered. "Ere' ya go lass." the rather oddly accented nord woman running the stand gave her the apples along with a bright smile as she slid the coins into a bucket on the ground and yelled out "NEXT!"
An opening in the crowd! Lucille broke into a run through the space people made from walking in different directions and darted out the open town gate, straight past the guards and the stables, and into a grassy treed area concealed from their view.'
Shadowmere whinnied at the sight of his companion, running up to her and nuzzling his furry cheek against hers. "Woah, easy Shadow!" she laughed and patted his neck. "I brought ya an apple!" The horse took the entire fruit into his mouth and chewed it up with his strong teeth, and Lucille took a bite out of the one she'd bought herself. She put the back of her hand up near her mouth to conceal speaking with her mouth full. "Mm, we gotta get back to the Sanctuary 'fore that damn tree climber sends someone to get me." As though it understood, Shadowmere turned so his side was facing her and kneeled so she could climb on his back.
Lucille hopped up onto her steed's back "You know the way." she took a large bite of the apple as the horse sped off along the nearby path, his hooves clip clopping all the way.
