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where it could be avoided or remedied herself...luna didn’t often venture into towns but she couldn’t help herself this time; she needed materials, she needed leather, she needed to fix a few saddles and she would always have to make stops for supplies that she needed back home. most of the time luna ventured between the closest towns, never making a habit of only going to one and becoming familiar, but switching between which town she stopped at so that she wasn’t being so noticed by the occupants. when people noticed, people talked, they asked questions, they grew curious, they investigated, they passed judgement and then judgement could lead to anger, could lead to violence. she knew the risks she faced being a woman who lived on her own, who worked her own land, tended to her own animals and homestead, she knew the risks for a woman who turned away courtships and denied suitors and she had done well enough to avoid such things by simply making herself scarce, making herself quick, and making sure she kept her head down when eyes did land on her.
it wasn’t to say that she was outcast by all, or alone; there were small general stores she stopped in closer to her home, elderly couples she was close to and could talk to and spend some social time with, a few who understood and knew her and why she chose to be alone following the deaths of her parents as a young teenager, a brother she was forced to strike down when he sought to claim the family land and sell her off. there were those who knew, but most of the time luna even steered herself clear of them. outside a new town, a new shop, luna tied her horse to the post and moved to the door to poke just inside, her eyes taking in the various parts on shelves, the flecks of dust in the air as she uncrumpled a piece of paper she had bunched up in her pocket to see if she could make out the list of supplies she needed, all while trying not to make a ruckus and failing when she bumped a barrel filled with metal bolts and nails.
