Alas, the time had to leave her village once more had come. The nostalgic, and utterly pointless, visit to her old home had presented her with nothing important other than an extra suitcase of clothes - which she had left behind in her... living room, dammit. The slender framed woman, who had natural and complimentary curves in the right places, approached the threshold of the gates with her head held high. The horrid breeze bashed against her frame as a silky white dressed attempt to cover up her dignity.
"Gate guards?!"
[Horrid, horrid post.]
"Gate guards?!"
[Horrid, horrid post.]