docsigma1 asked:
There has been rumor that the nervous teen spotted around Orth has been causing trouble. As when people approach her they usually get yelled at or even punched by a male figure who is said to ride her shoulders. Crona still kept to the shadows, her head down as she kept to the alleyways and back-ways. She seemed lonelier than ever, sometimes just sitting on the ground whilst hugging her knees. Though soft whispers seem to follow when she does sit alone.
The crowds and clamor of busy early evening streets filled the air of Orth with sound; The rattle of carts pulled across paved stones, the chatter of market stalls and vendors hawking their wares, the laughter of children playing among the grass. Lyza strolled along the market roads, humming happily while idly perusing the goods at hand. A trio of coins riffled between her fingers, eager to change hands for a decent dinner or a rare curio.
Out of the corner of her eye, the soft shadows in the alley beckoned, reminding her of sightings of a somber teen skulking around. At first, she’d just been waiting around the streets with little to do, looking lost and lonesome. A tragedy, but not an uncommon one in Orth. Lyza had hoped the girl would find her way or be picked up by some delvers orphanage here or there. She was reluctant to get involved.
But lately the rumors were about attacks connected to the figure, altercations in the street. Things were clearly getting worse, and they must have been desperate. Lyza sighs heavily, stopping the coins and catching them in her palm as she walks off into the alley to find them. Even in a town crammed full of people, no would one help until things became too bad to fix. This kid deserved a better chance than that.
It was a winding alley, a maze of corners and dead ends, but Lyza knew them inside and out. It didn’t take her long before she came across Crona hugging her knees against the wall. Lyza walks up slowly, careful not to startle them, and simply sits down with a healthy few feet beside them, easing down comfortable and returning to rubbing a coin between her fingers as she softly gazes across the alley.
“So kid, what’s your name?”
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