Emilia was running around in her little fox form, looking for something to eat. She had not eaten in a while and really needed to catch something that day. After that day who knew if she was going to be able to even get up the next one. She had just gotten into England not too long ago. A couple weeks ago at most. Emilia hopped onto a rock and looked around from there, looking for anything. When she spotted a bird she slowly climbed down and started stalking it.

Henry had woken up early that morning to get to his bakery. He had had it for about a year by then and it was already pretty successful. By the time people started coming in he had already finished baking everything he needed for the morning rush. Bread, muffins, and other treats. Henry spoke with some of the people cheerfully, not even seeming all that tired, even though he really was.

In the forest located a few kilometres off the English town Grace sat on one of the many large rocks by a small waterfall. She watched the blue tinted water fly off the stream that made it place on the cliff, twisting from so far away that Grace had yet to discover it's roots. The water fly down a so s cliff crashing into a lake which took a light brown appearance from the soft brown sand at the bottom. She sighed allowing the drops of water that bounced from the waterfall to land on her long white dress and pale face, feeling the sun that fell through the leaves on the trees on her back and wings with a soft heat.

Richard was up early, as usual, for his common walk around the town. He walked slowly, holding his hand behind his back whistling a small tune. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining which, in Richard's eyes, gave the town an unusual yet beautiful glow that rainy England barely held. He smiles as he approaches the main road in which small shops sat side by side, stepping out of the way for a large carriage which, with no doubt, would be holding another nobleman.

Emilia inched towards the little bird cautiously, making sure to be as quiet as possible. She didn't want her breakfast to fly away. With one swift pounce Emilia landed on top of the bird and bit into it's neck, killing it quickly. Thank goodness. It wasn't much, but it was better than eating berries. She shifted and got to work on plucking the feathers and just preparing the little thing. It was a messy process, but she wasn't bothered by it since she was used to doing it. Emilia cooked the bird over a quick fire then quickly started eating, eager to finally have something in her stomach.

Henry spoke with one old lady that came there everyday. She was very small but spoke rather loudly. Very nice though, so Henry could handle it. Henry gave her her morning pastries and she paid before heading on her way. Henry chuckled a little and continued to work. Sometimes his day become rather monotonous, but he worked through it. It wasn't like it was exactly unpleasant either.

Grace sighs, placing her hand under the waterfall letting the water dribble and spill off her hand. She looked in the direction of the city she knew was in the west. She had never been to the city before but quite often found herself sitting on a nearby tree watching the human scatter about with heir daily task may it be baking or selling or enforcing the law almost all of them were doing something or had nothing, at all. She wouldn't dare set found in the city however, no matter how much it intrigued her.

Richard continued to wander down the main road, stopping to give a old homeless lady a couple of pounds before continuing on his way, a breeze ruffling his dark brown hair and a smile on his face he continued whistling and walking stopping in front of the town's bakery, well it wasn't the only bakery but by far the best in the town for it's bread and pastries. He entered the shop with a ding of the bell set to go off with all entrances

Emilia finished eating rather quickly and stood up after tossing away the bones. She looked around and frowned. Now what? She guessed that she could just continue traveling. What else was there to do? Emilia started walking again, grabbing her bag from the tree branch she had left it on. It had some clothes, a stuffed toy animal, and other things like the berries she had been sick of eating. Emilia was actually walking towards the city, but of course she did not realize that. Emilia kicked a rock along the way as she walked, completely bored.

Henry looked up a little when he heard the bell lightly ring to see who it was before looking back at the person who was currently in front of him. The number of people in there was beginning to diminish slowly, which was actually good for him because it was pretty stressful with the bakery all full. Once the person left he looked up at the new one. "Hello!" Henry greeted him as he quickly wiped the counter to get the crumbs off of it.

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Grace stood up, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The humans, how were they on this beautiful day? she thought to herself, No, I mustn't go, it's too dangerous.. Eventually, however, her curiosity won out and with a few beats of her wings the young fairy was a few metres above the ground when she proceed toward her normal spying place. Wings flapping at a constant slow beat, there was no rush at all.

Richard awaited for other customers to be served, standing near the door. Soon the bakery started to empty with happy customers. "Good day," Richard greeted the brown-skinned baker upon being greeted.. "And what a marvellous day it is. How goes the day inside the bakery?" he asks, with a childlike happiness that he seemed to often possess.