-Caroline-
Caroline glanced at a man garbed in all black with a cane stroll down the street a little to her left, a little ways from the stables. She turned back to the road in front of her and continued on her way with no destination in particular. Stopping at the marketplace, which was also closing down, Caroline impulsively bought a small trinket-it looked to be glass or something, with the whole spectrum of colors painted on it. It reminded her of a Christmas tree ornament, almost like a small bauble. And it was surprisingly cheap. Caroline thanked the vendor, handed him a few coins, and walked off.

She wondered where she should go next, and looked up at the sky. Nevermind that, time to go home. She headed towards her cottage at a slightly quicker pace than before, and shut the door, letting out a small sigh of relief. Lighting the fire again, Caroline pulled out the quilt she was working on mending for the coming winter, her needle and thread, and began to sew, although she was horrid at it. She looked into the flickering flames and exhaled. It would be a long night.