An Anima Journey [Part 3]

Part 3

  Praza stares at the stranger. "Sounds more plain than your tone attempts to make it sound."


  The stranger rolls his eyes. "It is a rare yarn! Only the specific sheep of Lord Ovid have the wool to make it."


  "Oh? Lord Ovid, huh?" Her lips curl into a smile. That particular lord had been judged impure of soul in her eyes. What a pleasant opportunity to force chaos upon him. "Come back to me at this place in three days. I will have your blanket ready for you."


  The stranger smiles giddily. "Thank you, Stranger Kadlec." He reaches his hand out to shake hers. She stares at it for a moment before thinks to return the gesture. By that point, he pulls his hand away and nods instead before he disappears into the forest. Praza blinks in his general direction, then looks to her horse. Geralt lays in the warmed grass with his head toward her. His ears flick back as she makes eye contact with him.


  "I don't know what to make of that either, Geralt." The horse lifts and shakes his head. "Still, it would be a nice piece of chaos to sow for Lord Ovid. That bride of his still owes me gold for that gown I made her. Fickle woman." Praza jumps into the wagon and prepares for a trip. "Might as well go see if the sage is in town. Maybe we can trade theories again while I wait for Lord Ovid." She chuckles at the thought of the man waiting for her. "Come on, Geralt." Geralt slips into his harness and pulls the small wagon with ease. "Hopefully, chaos is on my side."


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