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Guinevere turned to the stranger behind her. “Hello,” she smiled, emerald eyes gleaming.
There was a warm smile that rose to cherry-lips as the maiden took in the sights around her. This city renewed her after spending much time on the road. Everywhere her eyes wandered, there were people dressed in fabrics with a myriad of colors, which made her believe she was not the only traveler passing through these parts.
With her equine in tow, lead by its leather reins, Sarah maneuvered her way around the denizens present in search for a post to tie her mare to. Curls of scarlet bounced along her freckled features while she looked around, barely missing the woman before her.
Her voice caught her off-guard, which made her turn around quickly to address her. Sea-green depths closed with a flutter of lashes while bowing her head lightly. “Greetings, M'lady,” her voice was quiet, easily swallowed by the sound of her horse whining. A hand rose to calm her companion, “We apologize, we nearly bumped into you.”
