"Are you her guardian?"
The clerk peered out of the window, hands on a stool.
She asked awkwardly, her sweet smile faltering and embarrassed. As she thought worriedly that she may have been convicted wrongly as a child seller.
Looking at this, our perceptive child became slack-jawed. She whom have navigated the palace walls--albeit, poorly had never had such frightening neurological problem.
She who had been served jewels and left food worth two mansions in the capital city left untouched is being suspected of following someone for CANDY!
Who dared to besmirch her good name?!
Lisette thought in grimace, her face darkening at a fast pace. The good thing was that the lady was good at handling people, seeing the awkward situation, she hurriedly tried to make amends.
Sadly, Doctor Sue has lot of prejudices towards people, except his savior. Of course.
Doctor Sue sighed wistfully, thinking back when he first met Liz at nightmare forest.
The morning poison mist clawed at his lungs making him unable to breath. After some time, his face turned blue and purple, his eyes swooned. Darkness befell him. Unfortunately that wasn't the end, he lost consciousness a few more times before his brain adjusted to the poison. As a medical student, it was unethical to use new drugs on human test subjects but lab rats couldn't cut it. So, he gritted his teeth and tried some of his works. Safe to his say, he is still alive. And, gratefully , so.
While, they were infront of the nice clerk, the other clerks couldn't help it anymore. They were on their last stand, anymore and they'll collapse!
"ROSALIND, ARE YOU DONE OR WHAT?"
one annoyed clerk shouted.
"DONE!", the clerk hollered, her hand beside her mouth. She quickly ushered the two who were in a tense staring contest. Stamped two identification cards and asked 2 bronze coins per person and 1 for the kid for the entrance fee.
She didn't forget to remind Liz to always to stick to her big brother. Doctor Sue averted his eyes when she called him Liz's brother and Liz was too glum to worry about that as she was still hung about being phrased as gullible earlier. Doctor Sue shrugged and thanked the nice clerk but he was still cold, albeit---a little polite.
This entrance fee was just for the small herding town but, of course, the higher the tier the higher the entrance fee. Going to cities are no joke, much less the capital.
Yet, Lisette had no plans what-so-ever going there, the thought strayed to her as it earned her roll in the eyes. She took the ID before quickly following after Doctor Sue in a brisk pace.
Not forgetting to wave bye to the nice lady.
It was heartwarming scene, the lady smiled.
Before, tragic reality slapped her across the face.
A bunch of merchants started clamoring at her face. The other clerks who couldn't care less of who she is snickered at her suffering.
Should she thank God, they weren't there earlier, Rosalind grimaced inwardly.
Before, snapping her knuckles and slamming it hard on her desk by the window.
"WOULD YOU LINE THE F@#$ UP,
WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!
PEOPLE?!?!??!", She yelled angrily.
Rosalind didn't care about her image or that she shouldn't holler so loudly but right now , her chest heaved up and down.
A suffocating feeling squeezed her inside out. Just when she was ready to calm down, she heard. A. TINY. PEEP. From one of the merchants who surrounded her.
The rage sparked almost instantly and ferociously!
Rosalind felt her nostrils flare and her teeth grinded against eachother. Her eyelids lowered as it narrowed straight to the poor merchant, who didn't dare to move after his farce. He squirmed under her gaze. Her face immediately shadowed in pure plain rage as an inconsolable fire raged and bursted like a volcano in her eyes.
"LINE UPPPPP!!!!!"
Her holler reverberated through the whole town gates, echoing at its large hollow interior opening. The gaurd winced at each other, who could have been dumb enough to poke a hole at that tiger. They all shook their heads simultaneously, looking sideways from the commotion behind them. They focused and busied themselves at the task at hand.
Whistling here, laughing there while unpacking another luggage or checking another carriage.
Too mundane, they must've thought.
Humming, while village men or familiar travelers caught their eyes. They engaged communication with them as they also asked about their day.
This is what the small town was usually, a herding town at the fringes of the country. Too far for the so-called prosperity and too fragile to describe it as peaceful.
Incased in its perfect paradise from the natural mountain terrain, large bodies of water and the vast verdant meadows where the sun's afterglow could be seen to rest after a days' hardwork.
It was simple yet merry.