Evening was steadily descending over the rural outskirts of Bezeld, orange and purple hues beginning to color the horizon. Save for the rhythmic passing of a the occasional merchant cart returning home and the feathery beat of swifts as they made to their roosts for the night, it was fairly quiet. Peaceful, even.
Further up the lane was a different story though. Muffled by the thick stone walls of a modest cottage, came the distinct clamor of arguing, overturned furniture, and finally a heavy wooden door being thrown open. Out stormed a simply dressed girl with a dark braid, righteous with fury as she glanced back inside, and yelled at the top of her lungs.
"GO TO HELL, OLD MAN!!!"
A badly aimed stein flew passed her head from inside. She had swiftly sidestepped the attack and then quickly slammed the door, popping a few hinge joints in the process. Several birds nearby abandoned their perches. She turned down the path, the aura of icy intensity about her was tangible, and she left deep footprints in the dirt as she stomped along, oblivious to her surroundings (or anyone in her way, for that matter.)
@bladeofnightmares
