Alin examined the sun above her head.
Late. She thought.
Just like usual, that person is late today. She had received a letter two days ago, informing her to clean up the cottage and prepare a carriage by the road near Grea's Bakery.
It was quite sudden, that woman always came without even bothering to inform her before, she is usually the one cleaning the room and fetched herself a carriage without requesting it like this.
Alin crossed her hand, her deep electric blue eyes scanning creatures that pass right in front of her.
It's been almost a month since Alin last came to the city, as per usual, creatures of different kinds bustling the road, busying themselves. Fairies scattered around offering herbs, witches on the other side of the road shouting lists of spells, others trying to win over the customers by yelling their goods at a special price.
