37th of Summer, 506 AV
Vendors were screeching and buyers were haggling. Children whined and thieves sneaked. In a back alley someone screamed and blood was spilled. Not a soul took notice of the noise over the general bustle as the hot and sticky blood of a stranger sank into the cracks of the cobblestones. The shopping, stealing and shouting continued and a young girl spat on the street.
Her loose and flapping sandals barely missed the shining gob of spittle as she scuffed her way around Castle Commons. The full strength of Syna’s summer light seared into the girl’s shoulders where she had torn of the sleeves of a large black shirt. It’s copious rolls of fabric were cinched tight with a frayed belt that had been modified to fit her skinny waist. Nearly a dress the twelve year old’s top stopped just short enough to reveal the frayed edges of torn trousers and large, bony knees that interrupted the smooth flow of her thin legs.
Eleanor was sweaty and hungry and bored. At home her father slept, he worked nights after all, and her brother was most likely being abused by some back alley trash (not unlike herself) in the Slums. Might as well pinch a bite before the day gets any petching hotter… she thought to herself, grimacing as she turned and faced the crowd. Bodies pushed against one another, the stench and moisture of so many armpits mixing into one muggy odor that clung to the throats of the shoppers. It was an unappetizing prospect, but her stomach grouched nonetheless.
So the girl entered, pushing her way through the throng. Unfortunately, having not quite hit her growth spurt Eleanor repeatedly found her freckled face pressed against the soggy cloth of one person or another’s abdomen. Sunberthians were not known for their respectful way of treating others, and quickly shoved aside the scrawny child that stumbled into their path.