89th day of Spring, lunchtime.
It was a warm spring day, the type of day people spent frolicking in the sun. Flick would have frolicked. It was here forte. But since her night on the beach with the handsome and charming Dimitri, Flick hadn't wanted to frolick alone. Wandering the streets, foxy form in full swing, the kelvic sniffed around for the familiar scent of the squire, he wasn't at the inn, and he wasn't at the stables. It was useless, and she couldn't hear a thing with all this racket.
Slipping down a familiar side alley, the girl shifted and pulled on her white dress. Pulling her fingers through her hair, the blonde pouted to herself. Well, at least she should eat.
Walking into the crowd, the kelvic began to search for something tasty. There were stalls in the market selling tidbits, but the girl couldn't decide. And so she wandered, led by her nose.