The tapping sound of dress shoe's elevated heels echoed slightly through the streets of the Sietch as the young girl walked her way through the area at a hastened pace. She had walked these streets at night more than a dozen times, and even though the shadows seemed to move and shift about her, the girl did her best to press on and ignore them. She had strict instructions by her temporary guardian, Kurisu, to deliver the package as quickly as she was able. He had not seemed concerned or worried, though he never seemed to show much of any real emotiom, he had emphasized the need to deliver the box safely and with no delay.
Armed with a quickly, but surprisingly well drawn, map on a scrap of paper, Yumi continued her trek through the late night streets. The hastened pace got her to the area she believed contained the Steward's home, but looking around the area and its... meagerness. It was not too far unlike her current temporary home, but it still felt rundown and unseemly to the youth, who had up until a couple of months ago had lived in relative luxary in the Grand Palais.
She paused in front of one of the many houses' doors, examining the paper and whatever identifying markings that were used in this section of the city. Surely this could not have been the Steward of the village's home. Kurisu must have been mistaken, or she had somehow read the map incorrectly. Absently she shifted her shoulders around nervously, causing the black bag slung across her back with the package to move in turn.
It was past midnight when she left, and she couldn't just go around knocking on random doors looking for a man who likely lived in a completely different section of the village, one much nicer and less... mundane. Frozen in internal conflict she continued to stand there in front of the door for quite sometime in her formal school attire, nevously shifting back and forth on her feet as she tried to decide what to do...
Armed with a quickly, but surprisingly well drawn, map on a scrap of paper, Yumi continued her trek through the late night streets. The hastened pace got her to the area she believed contained the Steward's home, but looking around the area and its... meagerness. It was not too far unlike her current temporary home, but it still felt rundown and unseemly to the youth, who had up until a couple of months ago had lived in relative luxary in the Grand Palais.
She paused in front of one of the many houses' doors, examining the paper and whatever identifying markings that were used in this section of the city. Surely this could not have been the Steward of the village's home. Kurisu must have been mistaken, or she had somehow read the map incorrectly. Absently she shifted her shoulders around nervously, causing the black bag slung across her back with the package to move in turn.
It was past midnight when she left, and she couldn't just go around knocking on random doors looking for a man who likely lived in a completely different section of the village, one much nicer and less... mundane. Frozen in internal conflict she continued to stand there in front of the door for quite sometime in her formal school attire, nevously shifting back and forth on her feet as she tried to decide what to do...