@cicero-the-assassin
Alura would look at the small paper sack in her hand- it crinkled with ever my small movement and brush of the wind. Marian, the farm owner, had asked Alura to run it to the newcomer that had arrived a few weeks ago. Apparently, they had started tending to the fields and crops since her and her husband were getting older and the small brown bag was the others payment. Alura could smell the bread from within and could feel what she could only assume was compensation. It was a small ‘town’, if you could call it that, and word got around fast so of course she heard some rumors but never really paid them any mind.
Alura had been busy tending to the few children that ran around the area as well as picking herbs for when she was assisting in the infirmary. Over the past few years she had finally settled down in the area- tending to keep to herself but was pretty well known for the role she played. The others referred to her as “Ally” which was a nickname one of the children had given her since “Alura” was difficult for the younger kids to say.
Still, despite her warm atmosphere, she’d remain somewhat of a mystery to the others- not talking about her past much at all, not that anyone really asked giving the state of the world they lived in, but also being quick to turn others advances down. A true gem to those who needed someone gentle in their life or… someone to run errands for them since Alura rarely ever said no.
So here she was, bag in hand, and looking for someone she had never met nor knew what they looked like. Marian and her husband were always very kind though, so it’s not like she minded. Plus, it gave her an opportunity to introduce herself even if it was out of pure politeness and not because she actually wanted to.
She’d look out across the field- the slight breeze carrying hints of salt from the ocean. Dusk was beginning to set giving the landscape a orangey hue. She’d open the gate and walk through as she scanned the open area for anyone- no one. She’d bite her lip, hoping that she didn’t miss the other person before it got too dark but.. there was still sunlight. Perhaps the barn?
Her lips would part and she’d let out a small huff before heading in that direction. She figured if she didn’t find them, she could always deliver it tomorrow but it’d be easier to get this done as soon as possible so she didn’t disappoint Marian. Alura would see the old chipped door open and instantly perked up. With ease she’d slip between the frame and cracked door- over the last decade she had become rather thin so sliding between the frame and heavy door in silence was a breeze. The only noise was the faint rustle of the paper bag in her hand.
A smile would make its way to her lips upon seeing a tall figure with broad shoulders and black hair- fitting the description she had gotten. It would seem as though he was putting tools back he had been previously using- back towards her. The green eyed woman would come up beside him- keeping a safe distance between them since she didn’t want to startle him too much.
“Umm excuse me-“
As she got closer, her eyes would trail from his hands, up his arms, to his shoulders, and then landing on his face where she’d then freeze in her tracks. Breath would hitch and her whole body would tense- her round eyes would meet those that looked all too familiar. Her bottom lip quiver as if she was about to cry but there was no anger present in her surprise. No, she looked painfully relieved.
