Fall 57 Cheska walked down the street, an empty wicker basket tucked in the crook of her arm, and an almost empty purse hidden within the holds of her skirts. Money was going to become a problem, and she hoped that they could find some performers soon. Sunberth didn't seem like a very good place to find circus performers, but who was she to judge. She was simply a girl, someone to help out backstage. Her task was to get ingredients for the afternoon and evening meals, not wonder about the wisdom of stopping at this town. The young human girl quickened her pace, the winding and filthy streets of the city confused her. She was supposed to find the market... but where was it? Had she taken a wrong turn somewhere? Cheska's eyes widened, and her expression became that of a trapped animal. She was meant to stay in the shadows, to keep accounts, to cook! She wasn't made for finding her way through a hostile city! Terrified now, she spun, trying to run back to the circus. Perhaps she could find someone there to help her out. Not looking where she was going, the girl ran straight into someone. She let out a cry and fell to the ground. As she pushed her raven hair out of her eyes, Cheska tried to see who she had bumped into, to apologize... or start running for her life. |