Winter 73 AV
Lucy walked down the torch-lit corridor with haste. She hadn't walked very far into the castle before her stomach rumbled in anger. She hated the gnawing feeling of emptiness tugging on her insides. Quickly looking around, she spotted a red and white sign with a rearing stallion that read 'tavern'. Without a second thought she walked in with her head held high. Dim lighting greeted her along with many wooden chairs and tables filled with strangers. She glanced to one side and noticed the bar. Her eyes followed it from one wall to the other. 'Well I guess the best place to sit without bothering others would be there.'
Lucy leaned against the wooden counter and eased into one of the chairs. She gently slung off her black cloak to reveal a light blue shirt that seemed dim in the lighting. On the other hand her eyes seemed to catch every bit of light and reflect it like the ocean. By habit she slung one long black curl over her right shoulder and placed her elbow on the counter before slumping her chin into her palm. In her community they would take this as a sign that she is bored. 'I want to meet someone but I'm not sure I can find the words at this point.' That's when she heard the soft crackling of fire.
She lifted her head and let her hand fall to her side when she noticed the massive fireplace at the end of the tavern. 'Wish I chose somewhere near there. Oh well.' She turned her attention back to the bar wondering if she should order something.