Of all the injustices at large in this land, Klaudia is pretty sure that the gravest injustice is that she doesn't get to ride in the carriages a second time. She tried to; she definitely made the attempt, but the rules are the rules. Carriages are for new arrivals, not hitching a free ride back to Camelot. She could either rent a horse or walk back... So, obviously, she's walking.
The journey from the White Cliffs to the Red Springs is a long one, but it's not a kind of journey that she's unused to. At least it's only a day. She can walk for a day, that's fine. She even brought along a book to read, so she'll barely even notice the passage of time... or anything else in front of her.
It's still early enough in the year for the evenings to approach rather quickly, so by the time the village is in sight, Klaudia's had to resort to her very minimally trained light magic just to see the book she's trying to read without straining her eyes. She has her left hand holding the book open, wedged between her fingers; while her right hand braces against her left palm-to-palm, one finger raised up in front of the pages. A single point of light sits on the end of her finger, illuminating the area about as much as a candle would.
Focusing on her book as much as she is, Klaudia doesn't even notice the person in white walking in front of her--not until she's collided with him from behind, at least. The impact startles her, and she yips as she backs up again, looking up from her book with wide eyes.
"Wha-- Where did you come from??" She is completely bewildered that there was a person there??? She wasn't paying attention at all.
B for... But Not Salt Caves
The journey from the White Cliffs to the Red Springs is a long one, but it's not a kind of journey that she's unused to. At least it's only a day. She can walk for a day, that's fine. She even brought along a book to read, so she'll barely even notice the passage of time... or anything else in front of her.
It's still early enough in the year for the evenings to approach rather quickly, so by the time the village is in sight, Klaudia's had to resort to her very minimally trained light magic just to see the book she's trying to read without straining her eyes. She has her left hand holding the book open, wedged between her fingers; while her right hand braces against her left palm-to-palm, one finger raised up in front of the pages. A single point of light sits on the end of her finger, illuminating the area about as much as a candle would.
Focusing on her book as much as she is, Klaudia doesn't even notice the person in white walking in front of her--not until she's collided with him from behind, at least. The impact startles her, and she yips as she backs up again, looking up from her book with wide eyes.
"Wha-- Where did you come from??" She is completely bewildered that there was a person there??? She wasn't paying attention at all.