#fable verse

{Info on this verse on the bottom of this post here --> [X]} The girl was sitting on the stone railing on the bridge between the castle and Bowerstone market, looking down at the water and the boats traveling beneath her.  Jack had business to attend to in the city and had left her with some gold but told her specifically not to leave the market area. She had obeyed so far, but was growing restless.  This was the second time she had left Brightwall since he had rescued her, so she wanted to explore, feel completely safe again for the first time in three years even though she still had bruises and a bandage wrapped over the wound on her forehead.  Slowly moving her feet back and forth Katja sighed, looking up at the blue sky that was stained with clouds of gray.  Albion.  Albion was monsters, cold, blood, smoke and poverty.  She wanted to go home, to Artaria.  Because Artaria was warmth, sweet things, love and comfort. Thing she had rarely encountered here.