An Anima Journey [Part 4]

Part 4

  The cold stone overshadows Praza as she scales up its ragged edges. A lot of Lord Ovid's refuge is rebuilt with smother stone, but the neglected animal stalls provide the wear and tear for her to climb over the main walls and into the animal's courtyard. A few startled sheep cry, but the other animals remain asleep. The night air keeps the area warm enough to avoid the virus of panic that can infect animals. The warmth keeps them calm; the same goes within people, if Praza remembers correctly. After a moment of straightening her attire and grabbing her silver yarn, she heads toward the building to her left.


  The place seems too elegant for such a trivial lord. Praza comments to herself as she slides through a doorway. She was in here days before, posing as a surveyor neecding to check in on the buildings and land for any damage. While it wasn't her best work in disguise, she managed to be convincing enough. She scoped the entire plot of land that they allowed, including the weaving and tapestry room. She waxed on about her childhood to the man with her, but got nowhere. At least now she wouldn't have him hovering over her.


  Praza slips into the tapestry room and finds what she is looking for: the Royal Yarn. It is soft, yet tough to pull apart. She takes five of the bundles and strings them to her belt with the silver yarn. She feels one of the bundles is much heavier than the others. It is noticeable, but not a hindrance. She slides that bundle closer to her chest. With a second thought, she slides it into her clothing, allowing the yarn to caress her. The other bundles sat on her hips to hide most of the silver yarn around her. Feeling how secure everything is, she uses her quick feet and yarn to escape the walls and disappear back into the forest.


  A shadow watches her flee. "I thought that was you, little thief. Now I know what you wanted. All I need to know is who you are."


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