You had big, big, big plans, you used to play gracefully with your mythical hands
It is rare that spirits or Gods show Hester mercy, but right now, someone, something seems to be smiling down on her, because she is very much not alone in the street, if the crunching sounds coming towards her mean what she thinks they do. Who knows how long she might have sat in the cold, demotivated and depressed by the turn of events, if someone had not come by to make her feel silly for it?
"I'm fine!" Hester chirps, turning to face the unfamiliar guard, her hand already reaching out for the one that's offered out. She slips easily out of her pack on the way back to her feet, and dusts off her coat. "A hand would be really nice, but don't let me bug you if you're busy!"
There's an easy brightness in her voice, the kind of respect reserved for the eldest family members, and people in authority, Hester not quite grown out of her childish awe of the city guards. "Really, it's my fault, I mean, I know I overstuffed it, but I just..." She manages to cut herself off with a shrug, realizing the way she's babbling.
"I'm fine!" Hester chirps, turning to face the unfamiliar guard, her hand already reaching out for the one that's offered out. She slips easily out of her pack on the way back to her feet, and dusts off her coat. "A hand would be really nice, but don't let me bug you if you're busy!"
There's an easy brightness in her voice, the kind of respect reserved for the eldest family members, and people in authority, Hester not quite grown out of her childish awe of the city guards. "Really, it's my fault, I mean, I know I overstuffed it, but I just..." She manages to cut herself off with a shrug, realizing the way she's babbling.
Hester
