[b]Elora Nicholi[/b] [I](and still with Edna)[/I]
[b]On the streets of Deliar[/b]

Edna was once a beautiful woman with tresses as red as Elora's. Brown, hazel small eyes were positioned on both sides of her up-turned nose. Now, her face was sagging and her hair was wiry and gray. Wrinkles adorned her face like flowers in a garden. Her once lean, curvaceous body has become weak and fattened. Edna's cheeks were always an intense rubicund and her eyesight was beginning to fail. It would be hard to guess that she was only a woman of fifty. Elora suspected her premature aging was a result of the stress of motherhood...or maybe just the stress of her. Elora was never the easiest to deal with, that was a fact. 

"Ma, where are we going?" Elora grunted, her arm in the clutches of the irritated woman. The redhead was stumbling and tripping as she tried to keep up with the charging mother.

The bulky necklace around Edna's neck slapped against her collarbone and her daughter was afraid it would bruise. The older woman acrimoniously shimmied between two toned men who were crowding around someone. If Elora was correct, then it was the blacksmith that lived somewhere nearby. She gave an apologetic smile and waved at the trio as she trampled on by, shouting over her shoulder, "Sorry, she's not in a good mood!"

It was then that Edna decided to speak once more. "Oh, you are trouble! And at such a time, too! It's dangerous, dangerous! Elora did you hear me - the streets are dangerous!"

"You don't have to say it thrice, ma, I understand. The streets are not safe." Elora droned, rolling her eyes as snow fell onto her shawl.

"You obviously don't understand! The rumors are what got be worried." The aged Nicholi cried, wrapped her own serape tighter. 

"Rumors, what rumors?" Elora inquired, as she was a girl who never dwelled on outside manners. Edna stopped in her tracks and pulled the girl closer to her, her fat pointer finger tapping the young tailor's nose twice. "There are rumors, dear, of something coming out, rumors. A group wanting to take over - it's dangerous."

Elora licked her lips nervously.