where? Mercato di Porta Portese who? @andersxragnulf
Time flows without pause, there is no stopping or going back, but there is remembrance. The years had taught Isabella not to miss what is gone, but remember it fondly. To find similarities between what was and what is and take comfort on them. She is chasing that feeling as she walks by the stalls in the Mercato di Porta Portese. It reminds me to the thousands of flea market she has visited over the years, and there is something comforting about the fact. Something familiar.
She has stopped in a stall that sells carved figurines, when she is hit with the scent of a lycan. The instant disgust is pushed aside with practiced ease, and she decides not to pay them any mind. Until they get closer, and she looks up to meet his eyes.
"Would you like me to step aside so you can browse a bit?" She asks, perfectly polite as sharp brown eyes take him in with mild curiosity.










