Her Green eyes trailed across the page flicking to the left then back to the right and so on and so forth as she finished each page, her gloved fingers instinctively pulled the page to the side with a gentleness yet crisp grace. Untill a small dot fluttered past her peripheral vision. As her gaze adjusted she softly flicked the snowflake from off her book page and promptly closed to book, the last thing she wanted was water damaged books.
Now that her focus was no longer in her book she blinked and glanced around the park she had been seated in, the mild winter cold didn’t bother her a lot but she knew when the sun started to set the cold would become harsher and she was simply not dressed for that. No, it was far better to start heading back to the guild house before then. Thinking back to retrace her steps she looked at the area she had come from and nodded as she mental confirmed that she had taken that road to get to the park before walking across the remaining park before the plaza opening right before the road.
As she Transitioned from the dirk path to the cobble stone road her boots clicked softly as she moved, her wide brimmed witches hat flexed and bounced with each step as fiddled with her belongings attempting to find a spot to stash her book in her bags before it did get worst out. Heading down the street she would stop as it hit an interception she didn’t recognize. Looking one way and then the other she quickly found herself less familiar the area that she had initially thought.
Making her way back to the open Plaza before the parks entrance, she continued to look around in different directions as she pondered where she was located. Visible frustration washed over her facial features as she started to redden in the face and furrow a brow alongside with a bit of mumbling.
“If the park is here, then the . . . no if that is over there and the park is there then the small market should be . . . that doesn’t look right either.” She would barely audible say aloud as she motioned different ways and point before shaking her head discouraged. She hadn’t spent a lot of time in Cities despite dreaming of living in one, most of the time her travels brought her to the edge of a city or its port to maybe stay and the odd inn and resupply for the road, but this. . this was far more aggravating.
By this point the sky had darkened a bit more as the dull grey clouds rolled overhead dropping a small thin layer of snowflakes, some which rested on the top of her hat, sliding off when it broke away from the water resistant coating. If she asked for help she would feel foolish but she felt foolish now already, she would continue to ponder her routes and how embarrassed she was getting silently as she pressed a gloved hand to her own chin resting her pointer finger along side her face leading to her temple and her middle finger resting under her eye touching the side of her nose. It was a habit she formed when stressed out somehow it felt comforting.