Market-Month (first stop)

Eager as a fine-nosed hound, my heart lunges forward, ever ready to guide the rest of me astray; this mind though, it is wiser, still questioning, hesitating, lingering yet on the saddle of prejudice. “Arduinna…?” I muse further,  aloud, eyes caressing the smiling lines as they shift his pleasant expression. Whispers of conflict have stirred through the woods, though I am truly unsure of their reliability. Some say she led barrier-folk into the heart of Sidhe (that she betrayed Fae values by doing so). Others suggest that she seeks to build a bridge between civilisations, for the better, for a united Caido. All I believe is that the not-Fae don’t belong in the Greatwood, and that Delah’s army defends us against the invasion - so we can be safe and free. Maybe that is why I err on the side of caution now still- I’m not bringing him to Sidhe though The other steps forward and this figure barely flinches. “I would like to,” I admit at last, feeling the heat of excitement swell through my veins almost instantly, but the smile which has carved across my face weakens  again unexpectedly. “I will find my way there now…” The clouds of guilt amass. My feet are achingly slow, far from the swiftness of a fox’s flight, and I fear being a hindrance to this merchant. Leaning visibly against the old stick, I take two bold strides in the direction he suggests, forcing forth a smile to mask the storm of self-consciousness within. Mother won't miss me. I'll be back before evening. Hopefully...