Day to day

Sitting in the sunlight on the fountain in the square, she looked around with quiet happiness. People were coming and going on the cobblestones, nobles and commoners, all in good cheer, all having a good day. Things were better on Sonon, now that Evalk's long winter had ended; it seemed like the days were warmer, the food better, people more quick to joy than anger. It was a welcome change, after all the hard grey years.

Greencrest was a small city, but the biggest one within leagues of wilderness. It was sizeable enough to have walls and a militia, and it got it's name from the emerald loch that flowed downward in rivers from it's mountain perch. The harbor and houses were made mostly of wood, and further down she could hear the pitches of the fishermen with their catches. It was a quiet, sleepy little town, the sort of place everyone knew almost everyone else's name.

Agatha hadn't lived here all her life; she'd stayed in a cluster of shacks down in the pine woods in the foothills for years, down the river as it flowed into the fields of the south. Before everything had changed, before everything had happened, she'd just been an apothecary. Headache powders, poultices for poisons, and teas were her primary trade, and she knew almost all the plants of the forest by sight.

Things had grown complicated the last number of years, but that was where she'd come from. And now, this town was hers to guard and defend, it and the surrounding area. She frequently felt she didn't do a good enough job, but today her worries weren't worrying at her and she meant to enjoy it.    

She stood up and made her way towards the farmer part of the market, trying to slink and remain quietly unnoticed. Considering she stood out like a snowflake amongst coal, it didn't work, just leaving her hoisting her blade and hurriedly returning people's nods and waves. They believed in her, and whether she liked it or not, she did what she could to return courtesy.

She had to force coins into the old man's hand, but eventually she left a cart and stall with a shiny red apple. People usually didn't want her to pay for things, but that was hardly fair. Leaning against a wall, she bit deep into it and hurriedly wiped her mouth. Leaning her heavy blade next to her, Agatha looked around again contentedly.

"It's her!"

The smile froze on her face she looked up warily, dreading what was coming.

"It's the Rose Knight!" Continued people in a small group, heading towards her. She stood and inclined her head before sinking to a knee. Her white dress fluttered as she got back to her feet and tried to look friendly and nice.

Their trust and their faith were both misplaced, but she didn't think it fair to whine about her lot in life. She was able to guard miles of land by her lonesome, stronger than anything she'd met, and she did her best to be a good person. She'd take the weight of their belief if it meant she could keep her home safe.

"Well met! I'm glad to see you all. How are you this day?" She asked, putting her apple aside, to be forgotten.