cr: alida

In Hiding (closed)


The market put Alida on edge.  It always had, ever since she came to Asgard a year ago.  She strode purposefully among the stalls, her eyes constantly scanning the crowd, assessing the risk of being out in such a public setting.  She slipped a hand into the pocket of her cloak, checking for the fifth time in so many minutes that her parcel was still there.  Had she been anyone else, she would have laughed at herself.  No one knows you.  No one cares what you’re doing.  You’re safe here, she would have said.  But she couldn’t afford to think that way.  Not anymore.  Adjusting the hood that hid her face, she made her way quickly through the market, towards the back alleys behind it.