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Location: Alderdice General Store -> Town Streets
Timeframe: Early Morning
There had been no response from the Alderdices, much less even a sign of stirring inside the general store they owned. Fia grumped, unfortunately disappointed by the lack of response. Her shoulders sulked, and her stomach growled like a rumbling beast. What was she supposed to do now for breakfast? Eat something else? It was a nightmare in the making. The Millers' bread had been her favorite, and Fia loved a heaping helping of the dough every morning. Yet she was supposed to go a morning without the sweet, fresh taste of warm, buttered bread? Oh, by all the Gods in the world, what did she do to deserve this?
Had she accidentally painted on a long forgotten shrine? Had she accidentally stolen from their gardens in a search for supplies? The horror raced in her head, coming in the form of plentiful worries.
"Pleaaaaaase," Fia begged the sky. To others, she probably looked like she was crazy. "I just wanted some bread!"
Of course, there was also no response from the Gods about her bread-induced woes. Her bag of art supplies felt unusually heavy on her back as Fia looked dejectedly towards the ground and began to walk away from the general store. Dirt and pebble were kicked up with each step she took, leaving a trail of dust and oddly-mishappened footprint streaks in the earth.
"Bread..." Fia sadly uttered, repeating the word over and over. She felt as if her world had ended without it. A sniffle could be heard as she was on the path of collision with a group of townsfolk talking amongst themselves. "My bread...!"
Had she accidentally painted on a long forgotten shrine? Had she accidentally stolen from their gardens in a search for supplies? The horror raced in her head, coming in the form of plentiful worries.
"Pleaaaaaase," Fia begged the sky. To others, she probably looked like she was crazy. "I just wanted some bread!"
Of course, there was also no response from the Gods about her bread-induced woes. Her bag of art supplies felt unusually heavy on her back as Fia looked dejectedly towards the ground and began to walk away from the general store. Dirt and pebble were kicked up with each step she took, leaving a trail of dust and oddly-mishappened footprint streaks in the earth.
"Bread..." Fia sadly uttered, repeating the word over and over. She felt as if her world had ended without it. A sniffle could be heard as she was on the path of collision with a group of townsfolk talking amongst themselves. "My bread...!"
