@shestole. !!!! starter call.
dís coughs against the bitter cold of the wind
billowing in against her as she enters the main halls.
the doors close heavy behind her. frost has begun it’s slow
journey across the walls of even the warm, ever-
bustling market. it creeps and crawls and for a
moment the dwarrow wishes she could simply sit
to watch it spread. but even her patience is not so
great. instead, dark eyes scan the crowd; watching,
glancing at wagons full of goods, tables crowded with
various foods and trinkets.
but there amongst the throng of crowd she spots a
flash of red, a sharp contrast to masses of browns &
blacks which inhabit the hall. there is a yell in protest--
❛ ‘aim? ❜
before she even knows what’s happening she’s nearly
shoved over by some dwarf pushing to get to the redhead.
something clicks, some burning curiosity clouding her better
judgement and then suddenly the dwarf queen is off, heavy
cloak billowing snow-dust against the crowd as she forces
her way through in pursuit. concern for what she presumes
to be a fleeing little girl now hammers heavy in her heart.